when i was very young, my dad hustled pool on the side of his regular job so that us kids had the extra things that his regular job couldn’t pay for. that was very cool. so as you might amagin, i have been around a pool table most of my life. now i’m not a world class pro, but i can whoop some butt at the table and i have made a few bucks here and there.

when i was 21, i went to california, los angeles to be exact, for an interview for possible relocation with the west coast based company that i work for. i take my stick everywhere i go and on the second night there, i was bored being in the hotel room so i ventured out to find a billard hall or pub with a table and play a little stick. little did i know that i was about to get more than i bargained for.

the only thing somewhat close to where the hotel was located, was a biker bar that had three tables. i admit that i looked out of place there, but it was eather play there, or go back to the hotel. so i stayed. i warmed up by drinking a few beers and watching games to see who i was going to play. it was a bit akward in the beginning, the way they looked at me and talked among themselves, but what i saw, was that they liked to bet on the game. perfect for me i thought.

i put my name up on the board and waited my turn. when that time came around, they taunted me with a “your going to lose” attitude. they seem so sure of themselves i almost busted out laughing. well, as the night went on, my wallet was getting fatter, and they were getting angrier. the beers were affecting everybody’s emotions and it looked like it was a bit dangious for me to stay.