Tap Tap. He knew! I bet that I played pool with a house cue more times than any custom cue I've ever owned. Walking in with a cue on your arm would kill all your action. Before I even tried to make a game I would walk around the poolroom checking out the house cues. When I found one I liked I would put it somewhere so it would be easy for me to find later. Once I had a game, I would grab that cue and do a quick massage on the tip if it was necessary. I might use a car key to rough up the tip and a a small piece of scotch-brite to smooth out the shaft. Later on I carried a tip tapper in my pocket or one of those brad scuffers. Those were my tools - a scuffer and a piece of scotch brite. Wouldn't leave home without them. And that was my job until I bought my first poolroom at the ripe old age of 27.I remember a road player (mid 60’s when I was in college) telling me that I need to know two things about playing on the road.
1. You need to be able to take a house cue off the rack and gamble.
2. A good tip on a house cue is more important than anything else.
Oh, and my wardrobe consisted of a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. Plus a pair of low cut tennis shoes. My little chest of drawers in my apartment probably had a couple of pairs of jeans and a half dozen t-shirts. The other two drawers were full of socks and underwear. What a life! But I loved it. I could get up when I felt like it and do what I wanted to do every day. I had no boss and no job to show up at either. I didn't really care much about politics, movies or anything else except where I could find the next game. And with over 300 poolrooms in a fifty mile radius of L.A. and a zillion bars to chose from, there was never a lack of places to play and people who were willing to bet a buck or two on a friendly game of pool. Warm weather every day, cheap gas and food. I was living life on my terms and it felt like total freedom.
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