I Visit the JFK Memorial in Dallas, Texas, and I meet Steve Urkle at an Irish Pub. (6 March 2019)

I walked all over Downtown Dallas today. I walked for about three or more hours with short breaks in between. I took a lot of photos of the buildings, and of the JFK memorial. They have a little hut/cabin in the downtown area signifying one of the first settlers in the area. The JFK memorial was an emotional experience. It was interesting seeing the place where JFK was shot. The building where Oswald shot JFK from is still standing. It's been renovated and turned into a government building with a museum on the sixth floor where people can imagine themselves with a rifle in their hands and Kennedy in their sites. I don't understand the allure of something like that. Why do people want to waste their money to see the exact spot where someone did such a stupid thing. It reminds me that America will capitalize off of anything. If there's an audience and a potential profit, someone will be there collecting paper.

When I was outside of the JFK memorial I had to hold back tears a little. I'm not sure why. I don't know if it's the idea of such a great person being murdered or just the idea that someone can take away a human life so easily. It also makes me think of the importance of a good mental health system. We like to forget about people and ignore people in this country, and the mental health system needs improvement. The piece is a twenty foot concrete wall consisting of two parts. There are two openings on opposite sides where people can walk in and think about the impact of such a tragic event in a more intimate manner. When you walk in you see a black marble headstone right in the center of the square, semi-enclosed space. John Fitzgerald Kennedy is etched in gold on the side of the stone that faces the street where JFK was shot. After I walked into the intimate space enclosed by the large wall like structure, I looked to my left and saw "free tay-k" spray painted on the memorial wall in the worst hand writing imaginable. It wasn't even a good tag. It looked like it was written by a child, which is probably the case. It made me laugh at first just because as a person who is a former tagger, I can appreciate a good toy. Sometimes, a whack tag is entertaining. It's grotesque, ugly, and yet it's important. But, this was disrespectful. There was no thought behind the tag except the idea that Tay-K is somehow equivalent in stature and respect as JFK. Another idea is "Fuck JFK, Tay-K just killed three motherfuckers, and we want him to get out of jail because we love his music so much." Which I can understand that perspective. It's a fucked up perspective but I understand it. I just think that the kid who wrote that should've been more witty, and they definitely need better role models. Later in the day I went to an Irish pub. I paid to park my car downtown, which wasn't that expensive. I got drunk, and met a few people. I met this dude who told me he was in the military, and he taught me how to drink a beer military style by slamming my cup onto the table twice before each drink. Then, there was this eccentric, long haired skater type kid who was with a group of his friends. He told me that he manages a rapper from Dallas, Texas, after I told him that I rap and make beats. He had an alien tattooed on his ankle and some roman numerals on his torso. People really like to show you their tattoos when they're drunk. We drank a few beers, and, eventually, I ordered oyster soup. It was sooo fucking good! The bread that came alongside it made the meal better. I offered some to my new friends, and skater dude took a sip of the broth, and the military dude had some bread. After about an hour or two of drinking, a young kid showed up who looked like Steve Urkle without glasses. He had a flat top that didn't even look real. He looked like he just jumped out of the television set. He was eccentric as fuck! He talked about his sky rise and all of his bitches, but he didn't have enough money to buy a beer. He would rap on cue. I'd be like, "spit a flow," and he'd start rapping about his sky rise and shit. He was funny. This group of people showed up later in the night, and I started drinking with them. One of the guys, I think his name was Fred, gave me a big ass cigar. They were cool. There was this Asian woman with them who told me she was a Texas native, and I asked her to say "Welcome to Texas" in her Texas accent. We had a good time. The Urkle dude was getting on the Asian girl's nerves, and she wouldn't sit next to him after a while. Eventually, I told Urkle that if he wanted to record some shit we could because I had my studio in my car. I also had a big bottle of gin. We walked to my car, took a shot, and had a little cypher right there in the parking lot. That fool must have had ADD or something because he couldn't sit still. After we rapped, he started walking up and down the street talking to random people. Eventually, I fell asleep in my car in the parking lot. I'm at Subway right now drinking coffee and planning my next move. I think I'll head to Louisiana next.