Memphis:
I’ve walked blocks and blocks, and did you know that there’s not one goddamned pay-phone left in this city? This is the kind of shit I get for not seeing any problems with living in a capitalist society. This is the kind of shit I get for fighting with the only people who will have anything to do with me: Stuck in endless black parking lots feeling strangers’ eyes unwelcoming me. Let me know I’m the one who’s out of place.
And you can’t ask people for favors here in the city. You can’t walk up to strangers for rides across the state-line. I don’t have any money to be robbed of. I’m useless like that. I would surely just be stabbed and thrown into the Mississippi. I don’t want to feel that close to Jeff Buckley. This would all be so different if I had the money on me, I wouldn’t be so desperate to get away from here. If I had the money, I’d just walk to the next liquor store and be drunk in every parking lot between here and I-55. I’ve got no one else to catch up with. I’ve got no big plans these days. I just like seeing what happens.
