Disco Inferno

Two Dancing Machines

My buddy Disco Inferno.

For all the grief Disco catches, I like the man. Part of that is as simple as it is complicated.

All of us are supposed to be born with some gland or bone that helps filter our brain to our mouth. On certain folks, they are either born filterless, or have the filter removed at a young age. 99% of the folks you meet like that are morons at best. Imbiciles at worse. But Disco is smart. Not smart enough to stay out of trouble with the law over a card game. But a few successful marriages later, who am I to judge a lapse in good sense?

Disco helped book at TNA for a while. And after talking with him and Raven, I have confirmed that TNA will never be an alternative to Vince. Remind me sometime..it takes a while.
We’re standing in front of the same bus, driven by the same man that was going to break out the Kung FU hustle on Disco our last tour.

Besides, how can I not like a guy I taught how to dance?

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