The thing about Memphis is that it’s at least four hours away from grandma’s house. There are five of us, crammed into this tiny little car. The cousin with the catwoman tattoo is driving.

Steve’s mom stopped to get a large vanilla ice cream in a waffle cone – she does this every day, and we all think she has discovered the secret to the good life. Steve’s dad stopped at a farmstand to get a watermelon. We all stopped to get breakfast at McDonald’s.

Now we are listening to Elvis – king of rock & roll. We’re on our way to the bass pro shop pyramid, driving across the bridge over the Tennessee River. Might fuck around and drive by Graceland.

Later on we’re getting barbecue.