![]() ![]() Someone's long-dead relative stared slightly lopsided holes in your soul from just over the single strap of a one-shouldered club dress, which is what this woman decided to wear to the Western Conference Finals, the tattoo bobbing along on her skin, taken into the Grindhouse whether they wanted to go or not for the beginning of the unhappy end.ΔΆ. I wanted it for the women tatted up with stars, lacy signatures of children's names or boyfriends or husbands, and in one instance a whole headshot of a dead loved one staring out from an exposed shoulder blade. ![]() I wanted a happy ending for the country dudes with braids and yard-long beers and neon-piped fitteds in Tony Allen jerseys. If you go on Beale Street before a Grizzlies game, you want a happy ending for Memphis
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