I Double Dog Dare You

The link in the previous post listed "Prince Mongo" of Memphis as one of the more infamous local celebs - or "fucking idiots" as those of us with day jobs like to call 'em. Senor Mongo was already well known to me, as I grew up in the city that gave us the Blues, outrageously good BBQ (pork) and MLK day.

Reading about Mr. Howl-at-the-Moon reminded of another Memphis oddity. There's a little place in South Memphis called "Voodoo Village" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhtJyuFo-98. Been there for at least 30 years. Now, it might not seem like much, and it probably doesn't look too imposing. But I'll guarantee you this: when you're 16 years old and sitting in a car filled with pimply-faced crackers just like you, it's midnight on a Saturday and so dark you can't see jack-shit, you're slowly cruising through this place that you've only heard nasty rumors about from the older boys who said that you and your little pansy friends didn't have the balls to check it out late at night, and suddenly - just about the time you decided that them older boys was right and you just wanted to get the hell outta Dodge - the locals - you know, the ones that don't look like you, don't act like, don't dress like you, and most importantly don't like you one little bit - seemingly come out of nowhere and try to block your exit from this dead end hell-hole of a street...

well, it becomes the scariest place on the face of this planet. Trust me.