so fucking lost

Gawd, i got so fucking lost leaving the office last night. Like you never realize how much of Memphis is just flat out ghetto until you drive through almost every block of it. After driving around for about 45 minutes, trying desperately to find a cross street that wasn’t named after a state, i break down and ask for directions.

I have no pride anymore asking for directions. I lived in New Orleans…i’m used to asking for directions every 20 minutes. The guy behind the glass at the “quaint” gas station told me to keep going down the road i was in and i’d get back to midtown. The guy moping looks at me and says “yeah, don’t turn, just keep going straight”.

After about 10 minutes i realized why he said not to turn. This area was so bad that I was going 45 in a 35 and actually clocked by police but due to the wonderful racial profiling of memphis police, I was spared.

After almost getting car jacked right when i was nearing my destination made for a evening of celebrating life since my intution/paranoia somehow saved me from the situation. This is slightly comforting that there is still some force inside my head pushing me away from danger. Now i need to hone it to work with women…