Well,there you have it
by Satori
the reason people follow the life" is because they have no hope
or at least have nothing in their life worth living for
so he takes to the road,wakes up every day with the goal of beating some sucker out of his
hard earned money,he does not care who it is or what hardship this puts on the man or his family.
He has no thoughts of kindness or generosity towards his family,he is quickly becoming a member of a sub culture semi gypsy carnival gaffer
His image of himself is one of glamour,romance.somehing like a professional athlete,but that soon changes as he sinks deeper into thre "life"
he loses all concern for what the rest of us live for,love of God,love of family mother wife children,
no these are for the sheep,
So at first his high ideals of himself carry him but soon the realities of the road,$200 pr day of overhead,car ,hotel,food,etc begin to mount,
Our hero realizes that just because people don't know him and he is from out of town doesn't mean he will get a game,especially a game that allows him to pla6y high enough to eek out a living
Further more it doesn't mean he will even be able to beat the unknown player on the strange city jhe enters,so financial necessity forces a harsh reality to hit him smack across the face,"This here gambling for a livin ain't as easy as it seems"
So he slleps in the car or under the table or in the park to reduce his over head,but hey it is
part of the sacrifice he made when he decided to become a bona fide pool hustler.
So he better get a side game,he takes up sellin controlled substances,or stealing ,or borrowing.He soon provides us with a running commentary on the verse that says
"Evil company corrupts good morals"
If he is lucky he hangs on,but he really isn't such a smart guy any way,likely as not he wasted his years when people of substance qualify themselves tfor future success so he does not understand the business side of the pool hustling business
He has no advertising to obtain new clientel,his work place has no benefits such as insurance,sick leave,overtime...nothin
So he calls home for help,to the very people he despises as sheep.Or he makes do with some other petty larceny,but since that exposes him to the long arm of the law,its the two mainstays,dump your backer and borrow from the groupies(a groupie is anyone who admires these men of action and perceived romance,what ever that make you sick hero worshippers admire these bums enough to loan them money )
And so the glamorous life of the hustler goes
Now sooner or later the end must come,are and the ravages of this life finally have reduced our hero(if hero is the correct word for such a loser) to the final scene or death bed(assuming that suicide or accident haven't taken our boy man before
Here he is a ward of the state,lying in a hospital bed facing the eternity of the life hereafter unsure of the future,unable to face the reality that after death comes judgement,here he is after plying his trade so poorly that he never had enough money to stake himself,a failure at everything he ever tried
no friends to make his passage to eternity more comfortable,no true friends to speak to him of the cares of his soul,nobody who cares any more about him then he cared for his fellow man
He looks back on his life with fond memories of the time he actually wads on top for a week or two and has a little comfort,or by now maybe it all seems like it really is,not as he glamorizes it was.
What does he say for himself,what plea does he make for his misspent youth of gambling,stealing ,borrowing,dumping?Where are his friends,if friends is even what they are?Partners in crime might be better,
Hopelessness,pitiful sorrtowful nothing is what he has.
If he had children,chances are they were out of wedlock and have as much love for their father as their inheritance he left
The scene is sorrowful indeed,the father,our hero the hustler tells a few pitiful stories that really were not that good the first dozen or so times he told them.
the doctor comes in and takes our hero'as vitals and ask caringly is there any thing I can do for you?
Our hero rises to the occasion one more time and says "Yeah doc,if you could spare $20bucks until I get back on my feet?''
The doctor out of pity reaches into his pocket for the double sawbuck and hands it to our hero and leaves quietly,not seeing our hero wink at the kids saying"the ole man still has the touch"