Erythropoietin

Day 6: Little Rock

If you believe in some sort of afterlife, then tonight Mochello got a glimpse of what his utopian Heaven would be. This evening we were in Little Rock, AR at Vino’s, a PIZZA joint with a back room venue. Pizza is Mochello’s drug of choice, so imagine the sensory overload that he must have been experiencing.
After not eating much all day, we rolled into Little Rock about 4pm. We checked out the venue then headed out to promo at the university. We spent a bit of time chatting with students about tonight’s show, then headed back for load in. The whole load in I swear I heard Mochello’s stomach eating itself. Either that, or there were two bobcats cage fighting over a piece of dead squirrel somewhere in the club. Not sure which.
Finally, we ordered a few pies. Mochello scarfed slices as if he had just returned from a world where pizza never existed. Then the magic happened.
Man on Earth took the stage. Being that the venue had no lighting, I was left to rage in the audience and the guys from Gone by Daylight. I’m not sure if it was the sauce coursing through his veins, or the fumes of baking pies filling his lungs, but one by one the guys from G.B.D. started coming over to me saying they have never seen Mochello so spot on. So, the question remains, is pizza considered a performance enhancing drug for Mochello? Hmmm, thankfully he isn’t a professional cyclist, or we’d have problems…