I first met a man who identified himself as Corvallus at the tramp camp at 408 and 4 in Orlando, I was down on my luck then and living outside.

He pulled up in a old persons car (Oldsmobile or the like) and said “hey boy, wanna have some fun? I’ve got $25, a rock the size of my thumb and a gallon of whiskey!”

Of course I wanted to join him. He said “let’s go to my house, get you a shower and a shave.” On the way home he stopped at Popeyes chicken restaurant and got a family meal.

I get out of the shower and Corvallus is there on the bed with the chicken and he’s wearing like workout clothes that whiggers sometimes wear when they’re not working out.

I was pretty sure he was a fruitcake from the jump but now I was really sure.

“I’d like to stick a chicken drumstick up your a** if that’s ok with you” he said.

I said “you can s*** my d*** f***** but I ain’t letting you play with my a******”

After a pint of whiskey and a few grams of crack I had a chicken drumstick up my a****** and Corvallus was down there with swimming Goggles and a bicycle water bottle filled with some cocktail. He said “alright n*****, now it’s time to put your jizzlestick up my backsnatch, it’s greased and sleazed for your enjoyment. That’s the Corvallus Difference® !” like he was reading a commercial.

I was fucked up and wanted to nut so I did it. After hours of this Corvallus dropped me off at the tramp camp and gave me 60 bucks, as he drove off he shouted “Corvallus loves African Americans! Don’t listen to what Byron says!”

I’m doing better now and have a place I stay at and a kid, girlfriend, but I wanted to see what Corvallus was up to and seems its the same type of s***. If you down on your luck don’t meet up with him unless you want to be humiliated. I can’t even eat drumsticks anymore, only wings and breasts now. My girl once handed me a drumstick and I slapped it out of her hand and shouted I AINT NO F***** OK?!

Byron Washington