11.8.02 – Memphis, TN

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i hate memphis. i hate the south in general. and in particular i hate the buttmunches at the main office who book us at the cheapest possible hotels in the middle-of-fucking-no-where, such as tonight’s gem: la quinta inn next to the memphis int’l airport. i asked the guy at the desk if there was anything to eat within a half-mile radius of the hotel. they sent me to a gas station at the outer confines of my distance limit. in spite of the fact that my trusty danger-antenna was screaming out don’t walk here alone! in big red letters, i walked down the dark road to the gas station – which turned out to be a shack the size of a hotel room, with bars on all the windows, where one had to purchase items thru a small window with a sign reminding customers that the attendant had less than $50 in the cash register and was behind bullet-proof glass. i didn’t even bother to buy anything, just high-tailed it back to the hotel. every time an airplane flies over the entire hotel shudders. i wonder if the pizza man will even deliver here.

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