They piss me off, the old-timer sittin’ at the corner of the bar said. Fat white chick’s sittin’ wit a couple ah shines, a gulp of Budweiser was taken. And why you might ask…. ‘Cause she’s too insecure to get a white guy…..uh…  right, said Billy Fitzgerald, as the neighborhood joint began to spill-out and into the streets of St. Louis’ northside.

Look around you, Billy dragged a Marlboro, all these skinny white broads….dressed nice….look good. …you think some stinkin’ no good shine’s gonna take one ah dem home, a head shook no, and Billy sang along to a Stevie Wonder song…., Fuck no….

And dees shines dey brag
’bout it….like it was a new car or somethin’……Imagine dat….braggin’ ’bout bangin’ some fat broad….da mind of a shine….

Heard one the other night….he said…Man…dis white bitch’s name was Brittany….or….was it Madison?….some shit….Whys  can’t dey have normal names like Jonquel….or…or….Laquesha…..Goddamn….,Fitzgerald let out a chuckle….a slight grin….

Billy rolled off the barstool and turned to the door. From down at the other end a young lady’s voice called out, Billy…..Your tab…..

Keep it rollin’ Ms….keep it rollin’…