This is the house at 2322 W. 3rd St, on the corner of 3rd and Dennison, in Little Rock. Techno Squid Eats Parliament lived here during our tenure on Ardent Records. Many a party was had here. We practiced here. It was fun.

Clay Bell owned our touring van, an old Chevy. To say he was over-protective of it is an understatement. He obsessed over it. We loved Clay, but it was slightly annoying.

One night, Mark, Shayne, and I went to the White Water Tavern to drink. We had a great time, and stumbled home to the house. Clay had left the van out front, but he was away somewhere. Shayne and I were chatting out front, sitting on the side porch.

We heard a loud, witch’s cackle, shrill and evil and very happy with itself. We looked over at the sound, and located it coming from the top of Clay’s van. There, perched triumphantly on top of it, straddling it like a horseman, was Mark Pearrow. In the moonlight, his yellowed silhouette shone, and a golden arc of pee rained down from it, saturating the roof of the van. He laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed as what seemed like 500 gallons of urine careened down onto the van like god destroying the earth with a second great flood.

The image is burned in my brain: a vengeful piss werewolf, Peenwolf, raining down judgement upon a hapless, gray 1979 Chevy van, the dark figure aglow in moonlight, and the cackling, oh the satisfied cackling. The entire scene was reminiscent of the final images of the Tim Burton’s Batman movie, except instead of Batman towering over Gotham, a watchful hero lit by the bat signal, it was Mark Pearrow, towering over Clay’s van, streaming “fuck your van!!!!” all over Clay’s van.

Good times.

And that wasn’t the last time that van would be soaked in a member of TSEP’s urine, either.