The room was just across a small town,,pop about 1100 souls. When I walked into the spot, strange thing happened, I could not only see the balls rolling across the table I could hear them as well.. Strange indeed, back in those years as a young boy and wandering into. the den of iniquity as my folks ,later tried to distill into my soul and whippings that would arise later from frequenting the same establishment. Didn't take long, but that kid I was started a new education,,that not only taught me the world, but also thought me a way to make a living,,that at that time I thought was much easier that the way of the world. Owe If I had only known the years of practice and the tireless trips on the roads that lead me into different dens. Yes I had my days and when confronted by my peers and one of the greatest Wade Crane, when he told me I would have made my mark for others to strive for. I just grinned, because I knew, that was all I ever needed to hear, and the rest didn;t mean a thing. There are players out there my fiends, that are players you or the sport preserve's on TV , will never understand. I wish to this day I could still hear the balls roll down that table as a young man once did, but for the same thing from playing on the road the disabled problems from breaking the balls for so long a time frame,,hearing the balls roll and seeing the balls roll, are now in a different and unattainable construct,,they will never be in the same time of which I belong. Yeap Folks I'm as crazy as a damn loon !