
160th & Aurora: Shay’s Restaurant and Lounge. Monsoon falls from the sky. Noon time karaoke stays dry. All day breakfast here. A man and woman in their sixties are screaming AC/DC’s “Girls Got Rhythm”. They’re chain smokers and hate the rain. Pabst is all around.
“I've been around the world / I've seen a million girls / The girl's got rhythm / She’s got the backseat rhythm.”

The man is into it, but stumbles. They trade verses. She’s got Kool Menthol, egg-beer breath and hits the notes better than he does. She’s sloven, huge, and fresh with $100 in winnings from Goldie’s Casino up the street playing blackjack.
“She really satisfies me / Love me till I'm legless / Aching and sore / Enough to stop a freight train / Or start the Third World War.”
The couple challenges me to a game of Clue. My afro is with me. Let’s do this.
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