His mother did not approve of him working at the Paris explicit movie theater on Summer avenue. But, Carlyle was bringing in his part of the rent, and paying for most of her cigarettes, so he figured she could keep her trap shut.
She also refused to let him borrow her car to drive to work, even though she never left the house. His mother said that he was a horrible driver and would sure enough wreck it.
Carlyle sometimes thought his mother could be a real B-I-T-C-H, but he’d never say it to her face. She once put a cigarette out on his arm for swearing at a football game on the television. His mother did not abide any profanity in her house.
Lack of a car meant that poor Carlyle was resigned to hoofing the three miles to the Paris theater.
And in the dead heat of a humid Memphis summer it also meant showing up to work soaked to the bone in sweat. Where his boss would joke to the homely girl who ran the ticket counter that Carlyle had swum to work.
They could be real B-I-T-C-Hes, too.
The Paris Adult theatre is one of those Memphis landmarks the proper folk of Memphis wish wasn’t. It was originally the Luciann theatre, named for the architect’s two daughters. But at some point, sin won out and there hasn’t been a film without nudity shown there in decades.