Somehow I got suckered into…

…helping someone move last Friday.

I thought that by moving over 2,000 miles away from almost everyone I knew would prevent this from happening. Unfortunately, I was wrong.

But that’s not the story I want to tell today. The story I want to tell is this:

While bringing boxes into my friend’s place I noticed a guy walking away from her building who, from behind at least, looked a lot like Buzz Osborne from The Melvins.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “You saw the back of someone, Shady. How could you tell who that person was by their back?”

Well, because Buzz Osborne of The Melvins looks like this:

When you look like this, it's hard not to be recognized.

Yeah. Pretty unique look Buzz has going on, right?

Anyway, I didn’t see his face, but I made a mental note that the back of the man I saw must have been Buzz from The Melvins.

A few hours go by and, once again, I’m out on the street grabbing boxes when I see the same guy down the block, this time walking towards me. I slow down, waiting for him to pass.

He’s talking on his cell phone and getting closer. I think it’s him… maybe? When he’s about twenty feet away, he reaches into his pocket and pulls a piece of paper out. As he does so, something falls out of his pocket and on to the ground.

“What should I do?” I wonder. “He’s on the phone with someone. Should I interrupt him? And even if I should, what would I say? ‘Hey, maybe Buzz guy. You dropped something.’”

We pass, and now I’m almost positive it’s him. If I only had one final piece of evidence to prove it.

I keep walking down the sidewalk, quickly approaching the item he dropped. I decide that if it looks important enough, I’ll run after him and give it back.

I stand over it and look down: