Downtown Memphis Blog

I finally got around to trying Flying Fish last night after living within blocks for the entire year or so it’s been open. Since I’ve never eaten there, I decided to just go with their “specialty” and got the fried catfish fillet dinner with fries and hush puppies. I called in my order, walked down there, and it was ready. The catfish was about as good as fried catfish gets. It was surprisingly free of grease (as far as deep fried bottom feeders go). The fries were good, and didn’t have the fishy taste that everything in some fish places get. I wasn’t a big fan of the hush puppies, they were almost sweet, really strange. I’ll definitely eat there again, I’ll just sub something for the hush puppies. I was starving, and didn’t notice that my camera battery was completely dead until i got home with the food, and I sure as fuck wasn’t waiting. I’ll edit this post with a picture next time I get food there. In the meantime, here’s a stock image from their website.

Just an example of local TV ads.

Youtube - It’s All Good Auto Sales

Another from It’s All Good

Mo Money Taxes

Could you guys do me a favor? If it’s a weekend, could you please drive downtown, but don’t go anywhere. Oh no, jebus forbid you spend money and contribute to the local economy. Instead, just drive around. Go as slow as you can, use the major throughfares. Sit at green lights. Swerve around so as to take up both lanes. Actually exit your car and bootydance in the middle of fucking Union Avenue when I’m just trying to get to the store to buy a 12er of Newcastle before they stop selling alcohol at 3. Fuck it, you aren’t in a hurry. I mean, you aren’t even going anywhere. The destination is the drive. You’ve all the time in the world. If possible, put the loudest exhaust imaginable on your shitbox, and rev the fuck out of it. Rev it like your warranty is up tomorrow, and you want a new engine out of it. Rev it like it’s your exgirlfriend’s car.

But most importantly, please, PLEASE turn your system up all the way. I love the way it shakes my windows. I really get off on hearing your ghetto shit pumped into my apartment at all hours, because the point is not to listen to your shitty music, it’s to make other people listen to your shitty music.

XOXO - Sig