It’s late and I’m aching for some white cheeks. I’ve been drinking these high gravity malt liquor beers and I’m feeling as lonesome as can be. Some white said he’d meet me at the pickle park earlier and I couldn’t drive my damn Buick regal on account of this poison water I been drinking. I told him meet me behind my house for a quick cheek slamming and he said he didn’t like my attitude. Whites always doing the damn bait and switch. I wish I had me a few Bufords to get right. When you eat 10 Bufords a week nothing else sounds good to eat.