Iraqis on tour banned from Memphis hall

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you ain’t welcome in memphis, son, this is the ain’t nuthin to fuck wit. banned.

/set mode #memphis +b iraq

shit, when you get down to it tho, just living in memphis makes me feel paranoid and scared. now you want me to let a bunch of iraqi’s into our city hall? Hell no. If i had been Brown i would have grabbed one of them, made a video of me with a ski mask talking about how im going to behead the motherfucker if all the terrorists don’t leave the US.

then you get the fake watermelon and let the games begin.

MEMPHIS, Tenn. — Iraqis visiting on a civil rights tour were barred from city hall after the city council chairman said it was too dangerous to let them in.

The seven Iraqi civic and community leaders are in the midst of a three-week American tour, sponsored by the State Department to learn more about the process of government. The trip also includes stops in Washington, Los Angeles and Chicago.

Link to article

****UPDATE***
Iraqi visitors snubbed at Memphis City Hall then robbed at gunpoint

i just can’t even think of anything funny to say. i mean, really, what is there to say, it’s already been said

tow truck #3

as of last update, my fucked up civic is sitting in my neighber’s driveway. they don’t live there and gave us permission to use the driveway to give the appearance that someone lives there.

well the neighbers next door already started bitching so i had to move the civic again.

my new friend bry offers his barn in Walls, MS to store my car while i sell every last screw on ebay. my tow truck driver gets here, a 50 something tow truck driver.

he asks me within minutes of me getting in his cab and giving him the “yeah we’re going to Walls” directions, if i smoke. i say naw but i don’t mind if he does. he then asks me if i smoke weed.

we havn’t even got to Poplar yet.

i grow more and more comfortable with tow truck driver, being the social and inquisitive creature that i am, start asking questions. I hear about his current wife who has totalled her car after 2 wrecks, the step daughters he has from this wife, who sit around all day watching tv and using up the air conditioner.

He gives me the advice that women are like buses and once one passes, another one will be along in 5 minutes. we are bonding. i feel good.

around stateline rd, i made a pretty fatal mistake.

now i am a child of google, every question has a answer and that answer is fact. and now i ask this question of almost every “hardcore” person i ever meet, whether they be a new orleans taxi driver or a memphis tow truck driver

toad: what’s the most fucked up thing you’ve seen in this line of work?

now normally i get the answer i want, i get my little tease of their life and i go about my way feeling like a vampire, sucking memories from anyone who walks into my alley.

he says “well, i’ve been on this job 20 years”.

i am enticed, lured, okay, i ask, whats the most recent one.

he tells me about this wreck at knight arnold and american way, im pretty sure it was that intersection, if it exists, well, it doesn’t matter anyway if it doesn’t.

he said a buick skylark, going roughly 100mph down american way, hit a bump in the curb, goes upside and beheads the driver of a Jeep going the opposite way. the guy in the skylark’s face was pressed against the inside glass of the car, eyes wide with the look of “oh shit” still on his face.

great, can’t wait to go to sleep tonight.

he obviously senses i’m shocked so we go into another story.

he tells me about this huge dude, weighs like 350, steps in front of a car and gets run down by the guy’s girlfriend’s new boyfriend. it’s raining and my tow truck driver is waiting for “meat wagon” to get the body so he can tow the car. the car still being there since the guy knew he fucked up after he ran down the dude so he waited for the cops.

anyway, the ambulance pulls up, and i quote “a girl weighing 90 pounds wet and a gay guy jump out”. they pull and tug on this huge black corpse, in the rain, before the tow truck driver finally gets out in the rain, pulls the body in the body bag and helps them get it into the ambulance.

this guy is fucking hardcore.

he sees me reach into my backpack and pull out this weird orange thing. i hand it to him and say “i want you to have this”. he sees the name and mentions his wife and ex wife and hores. he assumes it’s a porn site. i can never explain what crackhore is about but it’s not porn.

not yet.

*wink valerie wink*

we find brian’s grandparent’s house, the new resting home of my civic, i tip him fairly and he departs.

we manage to get my battered car into the bar and start ripping it apart, brian saving what he wants, me saving what i want. i now know how to tear about just about everything inside my civic.

the feeling of watching it slowly hobble into the barn where it shall rest until we have stripped it of everything sellable.

i don’t think it hit me but i loved that car. it felt like i was burying marla.

i miss my civic.

this is it’s revenge.

hm

well im about to salvage my engine in the next 2 days and either sell the engine by itself, put it in another car while i scrape the rest of the civic on ebay.

this is going to be intresting.

it’s turned into a race against time and money. when this is over with i’ll have to get a little aerial view of memphis to show this car’s journey while totally undrivable.

ugh at least the cat didn’t get out last night.

the cat got out :(

so last night at 3:30am steve asks me if the cat, named Lil Freaky, is in my room. I look around, say nope. He searches the house for a while, i watch tv, he says “naw he had to have gotten out and we didnt’ notice”

we walk around the block looking for him, whispering “Lil Freaky” and various cat calling noises.

i am very very depressed since i’ve accidently let cats out before. i ask god why is this happening today.

steve and i do the block and meet in the alleyway where i see something(props to wes) in the alleway. yup, definetely a cat. has to be our cat. we both close in and it darts by me.

i give chase. he flies by me.

i am really drunk.

the cat disappears.

steve and i walk home in sadness, talking about how he’ll probably come back, etc. he has good instincts, he obviously knows the area, no big deal, he’ll come back.

we get home, say goodnight and as i walk into my room, we see him sitting in the chair. he’s been hiding somewhere the whole time.

that means that the cat we cornered in the alleyway behind the house was another cat that looked like him.

stop laughing.

i lay back down to bed, it’s now 4:30am. I have no car, no meetings, no life, no hope, and sleep till noon. Steve had to be awake by 8.

damn cat.

i still can’t believe we’re walking around midtown calling for “freak”, walking all up in people’s driveways, chasing cats that arn’t ours.

Tron (1982)

Tron is beautiful.

they need to make a remake tho, but with will smith. and all black people.

seriously.

sup with tron.

even star wars had a black dude and he was flakey.

i mean seriously.

all that was missing was some little camps and some saluting.

oh shit, that big red thing at the end is the concentration camp. i dunno, im just saying.