Got a light?
It's that time again; the time for my bi-annual visit back home to Memphis, to remind myself why I generally only go back home once every six months.
Sadly, some people caught wind that I was coming in, and--I'm more popular than I thought--I'm overbooked already. Staying with my dad and his new Harley the first night (after I go see Blazing Saddles at the Orpheum Theatre), then my grandparents the second night--which means no smoking. Then off to visit my mom and sister on Saturday, still no smoking, before they go on holiday to the beach. Then my friends from high school I've ignored for the past year, including one with cystic fibrosis, so, you guessed it: no smoking. Then my other grandparents (finally a cigarette break with grandpa!)...geez.
Why do people even care about me anymore? Can't I have a nice peaceful visit to my hometown by myself? Sorry, Dear Memphis, but I have no time for you. One of these days I'm going to follow in Jeff Buckley's footsteps and simply be swallowed by the Mighty Muddy. I hear it's a nice view of the bluff from down there...