Last night, my friend and I went to Memphis to see Doug Stanhope. Look I even took a shitty picture to prove it, mostly to show my other friends how impeccably dressed he was. I bought a poster, but at the merch table, he was selling hotel bibles he had taken and some other religious book that had a weird name from some hotel in Louisiana. That's cool, but I can't even buy a bible ironically.
Also, saw this on Beale Street, not entirely sure how a stuffed goat and St. Patrick's Day are connected, or why it is viewed as so important that it must be put on a lift in the middle of the street.
There was also a robot. I did the robot and gave him one whole dorra. You gotta speak their language.
I am an avid Sam Pink fan and I just finished his newest book, "Rontel." You should buy it. Here is an excerpt:
"I went through an alley after holding the dumpster lids open for the maintenance man. Someone had left a microwave out. There was a handwritten note on a ripped piece of paper taped to the microwave. The note read, "I still work!" I still work--I thought. I still work, motherfucker. Which one of you motherfuckers thought I stopped working? Wait. Wait no. Who thought I stopped working. Oh no no. Because I didn't. No. I never stopped working. You thought I stopped. You actually thought that. And went on with your lives. You still worked, thinking I didn't. But I do still work. I still work and I want you to know that."