Gotta clear something up
It seems I have inadvertantly hung a non-deserving "bad boy' lable on someone just because I reacted to how something was said, instead of listening to what was being said. For the record, said scoundrel has overlooked my "po po pitiful me" talk, and has become a pal...
Your question about who I was and how I fit in goes something like this. I wasn't a top player but competant enough to move around towns without much concern. But, because my older brother, Jack, was a solid road hustler and I took some trips with him before I ever touched a cue, I learned about winning and holding on to what I won pretty early. No booze, cards, dice or horses. I didn't drink or throw away money. I knew the road and how to work it and, fortunately, I spent enough time in the company of U.J. Puckett to win most every time and traveling with Eddie Taylor, I learned to take people's money witout stripping them of their their dignity. Because of that and devine assistance of a guardian angel (Plus, a little firepower once or twice) I escaped with my digits intact...thank God (in the literal sense)
It's all in the book.
All is good. Keep it nice. Alfie