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.