if any white cat wants to call me nigger an spit in my face, I figured I could take that. It happens, you know. Some cat in some backhole poolhall says somethin about the smell, or somethin. He says, `Man, what’s that awful smell? ’—meanin me, an I come back at him real quick, `I guess that must be the smell of big money; I guess you aint ever smelled a fifty-dollar bill,’ an haul out my wad and ask the man, `Do you want to take some of this home and get a good sniff at it?’—and some of them dumb fuckin crackers’d get so mad they’d play me, and I’d take their money home an smell it, and it
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