Andre Bacon

Overtime Is Overrated

Now, I ain't never told a story before, not sat down and scribbled one on paper anyhow. Comin' up in 1960s Mississippi didn't lend much thinking to anything but keeping my black hide on my black ass. There's some hateful people down there back then. That's why I come up here in '75 to find work. Well, that and chasing this big-legged caramel-colored gal kept runnin' 'round my brains and causing a ruckus in my draws. But that's a whole 'nother ordeal right there.