Oh, pizza shittle. Loved it.
Nothing like coming in after a 6 hour drunk at the Weed, slobbering, hungry, and calling up the shuttle.
But...the next day was usually rough. Usually at about 2 pm after a night out and some pizza shuttle...I would be on the hopper turning red whilst in the middle of a Valsalva maneuver...making something that could be described in terms of ice berg proportions (ya know, some above water, most underwater).
Followed by a healthy nap with a smile, rinse, repeat.
Pizza shuttle was the salve for striking out, coming home alone, and feeling ok about it because there just might be an awesome movie coming on HBO or skinemax about that time.
1993 to 1997..