The guy that liked the "dirty talk" was Cletus, at the RACK in Detroit.
Don't get sucked in the negative vortex. You have great stories that are fun to read.
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The story about the guy that liked the dirty talk was the best.
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What a strange "vortex" it is, more like the Twilight Zone....I could never imagine in a million years getting upset about {someone} posting pool stories on a pool forum.
The guy that liked the "dirty talk" was Cletus, at the RACK in Detroit...here's the story:
After I beat the guy with "The Stick" I went to THE RACK (the hottest gambling pool room in the country) and this is what happened later that night, which make it a very eventful day (to say the least)......I posted this (in the Rack thread) a couple of days ago, but it is chronological and happened later that night.
That same night I did go straight to THE RACK. I was on a table practicing and Johnny Ross (a notorious pool hustler) came up to me and motioned me over to the side. He leaned over with his hand over his mouth like a used car salesman getting ready to offer me "the deal of the century."
"We got a game for you tonight!" Johnny whispered, "with a guy named Cletus....it's playing one pocket, but the guy plays like old people f*%#...we'll (the local corporation) stake you and give you 30%, but he'll bet really high, we may win 30 to 40k!"
"30%, wtf, you got to be kidding, I won't play for less than 40%"
"That's the deal, sh*t the fu*%in house takes 10% - take it or leave it, it's sure action though, but there's one "catch".....you gotta talk really nasty to this sick freak or he won't want to gamble with you."
"So let me get this straight, I gotta play for 30% AND talk nasty to this guy, what kind of sick f*c%in joke is this, Johnny?"
Just then the front door was opened (you had to get "buzzed" in) and in walks this huge unshaven man that looked just like Brutus in the Popeye comics. He looked around glaring at the room, with a twisted smile trying to form under his three day stubbly beard. This guy looked like the poster guy for a prison movie.... Shaw-shank Perversion' or something like that.
"That's him, do you want to play or not?" Johnny's raspy voice sent shivers down my spine, or maybe it was the thought of talking dirty to Brutus...I mean Cletus.
"Ok, but what the heck do I say to this sicko?" the was the most awkward I'd felt before matching up with anyone in my life.
"Come on, just follow my lead"....I followed Johnny Ross over to where Brutus....I mean Cletus was standing. Johnny marched right up to him and said "what are you doing in here you sleezy piece of sh%* I thought the trash came in and out of the back door".....Cletus looked at Johnny menacingly, then broke into a big grin. "Johnny Ross, my dream cell mate, hope you brought plenty of lube if we're going to gamble tonight".
Johnny said "I got a little kid that'll play your sorry ass some one hole"....nodding at me....I took my cue and said "yeah, you dirty motha fu%$a I got something for you that Ajax won't take off"......I pulled it off, but my heart was pounding under my leather jacket. I"m not sure what else I said, and I'm glad, sometimes in my line of "work" you had to act....and this part was certainly just an act....and fortunately I'd never be in this situation again.
Cletus looked at me and growled "you look just like the brother of a 16 year old girl I used to date....had to date her for 3 years just to f#*% her little brother.....and he looked just like you"......I tried not to put any images to his words, but the important thing was I KNEW he would play me now. Johnny gave me the "it's george" sign and the game was on.
And play me he did, I gave him 9/4 and his scratches don't count for $900 a game starting out and $18,000 later he looked like the blood had been drained out of him. They gave me my $5000 ( the time was $1800, they didn't charge by the hour, with guys like Cletus they took 10% for the "house") Brutal - to this day that's the most I've ever been charged for pool time. But when you're betting thousands against a guy like Cletus it really didn't matter, it was just a "cost of doing business".
They walked Cletus out the door and safely to his car (he still had 20k).
I ask Johnny "I wonder where he's going now?"
Johnny, without hesitation barked "he'll go hire a LIMO and three hookers and they'll drive him around Detroit, handcuffed, like he's been kidnapped, one will have a gun to his head and other two will be whipping him and calling him every filthy name they can think of"......"and I imagine Cletus will be like a kid taking a tour of a candy store," I whispered under my breath.
.....just another day at the office for Brutus - I mean Cletus - the dirtiest, stinkiest, sleaziest pool sucker on earth, that also played for tens of thousands of dollars at a Game called pool. I never would have believed it if I hadn't been there and seen it with my own eyes....what a world.
I felt a little bit guilty at the end of that long day beating sick ole Cletus out of that 18k.... NOT, ----I was Pumped up with $6400 and ready to "play anyone at the Rack for all they could Stack"...well, within reason. 'The Rack was the Teacher'
