it was a full moon in the middle of june in the summer of 59 i was young and cool and shot a bad game of pool and hustled all the chumps i could find well now they called me sport cause i pushed a boss short and loved all the women to death i partied hard and packed a mean rod and could knock you out with a right or a left i had learned to shoot pool playing hooky from school at the tender age of nine and by the time i was eleven i could pad roll seven and down me a whole quart of wine i was making it a point to smoke me a joint at least once during the course of a day and i was snorting scag while other kids played tag and my elders went to church to pray i ve pitched pennies and downed bennies and played the horses at the track i ve won at cards against tremendous odds and my favorite game was blackjack i seldom lost cause my game was so boss i mean i had my shit down pat and i was running through bitches like rags to riches cause that s where my heart was at yes i was a down stud s dream a hustler supreme there wasn t no game that i couldn t play and if i caught a dude cheating i would give him a beating and i might even blow him away 