Ive never have shared this with anybody but you pool nuts would be the perfect people for honesty. Just remember this is a very rough draft of a story im trying to write.... I hope you like it.
He awoke when the sun broke through the crack of the rail car door. Sharp, intense and warm. It was mid August and the train was headed out west to California. Oakland to be exact. The city by the bay. There is were he will be tested to see if he is indeed the greatest player alive today. His pockets are stuff tight with 20, 50 and 100 dollar bills. The trip that stared in Florida has been very prosperous. Winning almost all of his matches. The one he did lose were to be considered seed money. Like planting a seed and watch it grow tall and swell with lush fruits. Of course thats what you would like to think if you did indeed lose. They say you cant win them all and that may be true but... Sometimes losing is actually winning.
This young talented hustler goes by the name Jesse James. You heard that right. The gun slinger with pin point accuracy and total command of the pearl white ball. Floating from shot to shot. Caressing balls down the rail until the run out of steam and lightly tumbled into the pocket. Other times the sound of a crisp hard click to force the spin on the object ball and pop the rock over for the perfect angle on the next ball. Everything was just there. In the moment. Him knowing mid stroke that its going in and the next ball too. Its a beautiful feeling. To be in dead stroke. In the zone. Just you and the table. The stereo speakers could be pumping out Rock n Roll but he wouldnt hear it. He would be in a state of complete awareness. Or be what some people say... Unconscious. This is a realm that Jesse visits often.
You have to play at this level or higher if you want to stay on the road. Being a road player takes guts. It takes cunning and the ability to manipulate others and talk the talk. You also need to have the state of mind that picks up on trouble or sticky situations. Sometimes not getting a game is the best thing for you. Being a stranger in a town where you dont know anyone can be as cold and brutal as a northern winter.
He awoke when the sun broke through the crack of the rail car door. Sharp, intense and warm. It was mid August and the train was headed out west to California. Oakland to be exact. The city by the bay. There is were he will be tested to see if he is indeed the greatest player alive today. His pockets are stuff tight with 20, 50 and 100 dollar bills. The trip that stared in Florida has been very prosperous. Winning almost all of his matches. The one he did lose were to be considered seed money. Like planting a seed and watch it grow tall and swell with lush fruits. Of course thats what you would like to think if you did indeed lose. They say you cant win them all and that may be true but... Sometimes losing is actually winning.
This young talented hustler goes by the name Jesse James. You heard that right. The gun slinger with pin point accuracy and total command of the pearl white ball. Floating from shot to shot. Caressing balls down the rail until the run out of steam and lightly tumbled into the pocket. Other times the sound of a crisp hard click to force the spin on the object ball and pop the rock over for the perfect angle on the next ball. Everything was just there. In the moment. Him knowing mid stroke that its going in and the next ball too. Its a beautiful feeling. To be in dead stroke. In the zone. Just you and the table. The stereo speakers could be pumping out Rock n Roll but he wouldnt hear it. He would be in a state of complete awareness. Or be what some people say... Unconscious. This is a realm that Jesse visits often.
You have to play at this level or higher if you want to stay on the road. Being a road player takes guts. It takes cunning and the ability to manipulate others and talk the talk. You also need to have the state of mind that picks up on trouble or sticky situations. Sometimes not getting a game is the best thing for you. Being a stranger in a town where you dont know anyone can be as cold and brutal as a northern winter.