Apartments in Memphis

We're hanging out in Memphis but still haven't found a particular apartment we could really love. At least, for the price. Midtown is where we are looking, but when we've told people we just up and moved here, the main response was, "To Memphis?" I guess it's surprising. But we've come to the conclusion that it'll be good even if we don't like it, simply because being in a place we hate will help facilitate creativity.

Our main difficulty now will be creating jobs for ourselves to show that we totally haven't been bumming around the country for four months. Then, we have to get real jobs. But having a job will be difficult without having an apartment to shower in and get ready beforehand. Most apartment places don't like for you to not have a job when you move in, though. Complications galore.

We spent last night in West Memphis, AK. The truck stop of America. Beautiful place for nothing to happen, complete with waving light-up Santa for the holidays. Their claim to fame was that Elvis stopped by once on his way back to real Memphis.

There are a lot of nice people here, so that's cool, at least. The biggest problem is that the roads are shitty. The shittiest of all shitty roads, I think. Other problems include confusing diagonal roads, two city loops, and questionable streets. And Kroger made Memphis its fucking bitch. There is a Kroger on every goddamn street corner. Good things include a big music scene and pictures of Elvis everywhere. Lots of small businesses as well, with their claim to fame being that Elvis stopped by on his way back to Graceland.

I wonder if there is a restaurant that claims that its chili dog was the last one Elvis--well, you get it.

Hopefully the next time I write, I have better news, but for now, we'll be staying in a WalMart parking lot for another night. A good Southern day to you, ma'am/sir.