LaSheeka hits me up on the handheld radio:
“Lance come to the lobby; we have a situation.”
“Okay. On my way.”
Got there. Discovered some young blonde damsel in distress, Sobbing.
“What’s the matter Girl?” I asked.
(LaSheeka looked at me and rolled her eyes—yeah, I caught that look—she and I were mind melded—almost mentally joined at the hip.
Blonde says, “My boyfriend has abused me. He is drunk. I just want him to go away.”
“What room you in?” I asked
“Ok. Let’s go there.”
“Please don’t hurt him. And don’t call the police. I just want him to go away.”
“No worries Lil Lady.”
We arrived at the room.
I confronted Mister Asshole.
(Who was Half- Naked and Barefooted.)
“Hey Dude! Guess what? You are out of here! Come with me!”
“Can I at least get my shit?”
“No! Come with me Asshole!”
He did and I threw him out.
Onto the Memphis Streets. At two o’clock in the morning.
Over his protestations.
Eventually he came wandering back into the lobby of Hotel Indigo.
I looked at LaSheeka and said,
“Call Memphis Finest before I kill this mother-fucker.”
Police showed up.
And sorted it all out.
Asshole and GF made up.
And went back to their room.
Wasting my time.