I've owned about that many myself. I often sold one cue to buy another, never thinking I'd have any reason to have more than one playing cue. My custom Joss from Dan Janes. My rosewood Southwest. My rosewood wrapless Kevin Varney. And more. Sigh.
In the early '70s I played some of the best bar table pool of my life up to that point, while on a mixture of wine and MaryJane. Never tried it again, though.
I know a girl here in South Carolina who had a 9 ball tatooed just above her butt crack. She showed it to me and a friend and the friend said "Look, that 9 ball is headed right fot the pocket!" She ran off laughing to tell her girl friends.