My story begins with me finding true love. She was beautiful, and every bit as racist as me. She was the love of my life, and I wanted desperately for her parents to like me. Part of that included getting a job. Her dad ran a Piggly Wiggly grocery store in a nearby small town, and since he knew the manager of the store in the city, he pulled some strings and got me a job there.

So there I was, freshly employed at what I would come to learn was called the Niggly Wiggly, the all black ghetto grocery that no white people would dare set foot in. I was a cashier, and in my year of working there I learned a few things.

1) Every EBT card in circulation has been damaged to the point of being unable to be swiped. Most are held together loosely by cellophane tape. The unlucky cashier (me) would have to type the number out by hand, making the lines move just that much slower.

2) Niggers prefer soft pack cigarettes for some reason. The extra large 100 style Newports were popular with black women, and were called "cadillacs." Other blacks simply smoked Black and Mild cigarillos.

3) Niggers smell terrible, especially in the rain. The stink like dogs. And their money smells too, I would come home every day with my hands smelling of nigger money. Almost a metallic smell. It was gross.

4) Niggers will steal anything not nailed down. They will take any opportunity to scam the till. One old nigger tried to say I gave him change for a 20 when he gave me a hundred, but it was a lie. There were no hundreds in my till. I told him to fuck off.

5) Niggers hate white people. I gave up trying to count the amount of times people were shitty to me over being white. Let's just say it was a lot, and the feeling is now mutual.