I remember sitting...a number of people, around a table or something. But the table was strange. Uneven somehow.
We were in a restaurant. Something like that. And there was a guy sitting at the end of the table. A guy with a mustache. No, wait, he didn't have a mustache. I can't remember exactly. Seemed like he should have had a mustache, but maybe didn't.
Anyway, he kept saying: "Pick Memphis. Memphis is going to go far. Memphis."
He kept saying that.
I remember now. He did have a mustache, because he looked like a total doofus without it. Him and his brothers all.