In 1997, I lent a break/jump cue to a local player here in El Paso. We'll call him Mr. X.
Mr. X was playing in a tournament - I wasn't - he needed it - I could afford to do without for a night, so out of the goodness of my heart and against my better judgment, I let Mr. X use my break/jump cue.
I left mid-tournament - Mr. X was still playing - I told him not to worry about it, just get the cue back to me the following day. What a mistake that was!
I don't see Mr. X for 3 months. When I do see him, he tries to pretend as if I had never lent him the cue. Selective amnesia. Nice trick, but I was determined to get my cue back.
I see him again a few months later, and he tells me another wild-ass tale about how he left it over his mother's house - she moved - it may be in a box somewhere. He had a million different stories. It was all bullshitt.
This goes on for about 9 months... maybe a year. Eventually I just said the hell with it.
I accepted the fact that I had learned another lesson the hard way...
Then the Pool Gods stepped in.
While in the midst of my remorse over the loss of my cue, aimlessly I glance around the pool room... and there it is ... I see someone using my jump/break cue.
Mr. X wasn't playing with it, somebody else was.
I knew it was mine because it was a very uniquely designed purple heart jump break cue made by Jerry Powers.
I asked them where they got the cue and they said that they had bought it from Mr. X about 3 months ago. Mr. X told the guy he had gotten the cue as collateral for a gambling debt.
Yeah... that's the ticket.
The guy paid Mr. X $150 for the cue.
I was able to get it back for $125.
Mr. X eventually told me he had lost track of the cue. He never offered to replace it - just said he lost it and that was that.
I bet he still thinks he got one over on me.
It's been 11 years, and Mr. X still has no idea that every single time he has lied to me about what happened to my cue, that it was sitting in a case about 5 feet away from where he was standing.
I bring it up every time I see him. On a few occasions I have been tempted to just screw it together while he was BS-ing me about it, but I'm waiting for that "perfect moment".
