Steve Lillis
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In the late 60's and early 70's when I was young and foolish I used to play pool with some mafia kids who would stop by my local pool room in New Jersey that I was managing and "drop off" some of their money! One particular son of a Don would routinely come in every week to make a deposit to my account. I was out of town one week when a fellow pool player friend decided to jump on my fish! Unfortunately he got greedy and decided to hustle the Don's son out of a large sum of cash as I always played wide open to earn respect and avoid ill feelings.
Story goes that a short time later a black limo pulled up in front of the pool hall with three well-dressed men wearing sun glasses approached the front counter looking for the "hustler." I was not there at the time, as I heard they pulled away with my hustler friend who did not appear back in our pool room for many months. When my hustler friend reappeared in our pool room many months later, he had a eerie tale to tell. He said that after arriving at the Don's residence under house arrest he was instructed to drive to the house and deliver each week "one" dollar at a time until all the money was paid back. This was basically a life sentence with no way out for good behavior!
After months of being terrorized into making deliveries without default, the Don decided to shift direction! He now instructed my pool hustler friend to forget about the money and come each week to give his son lessons so that he can play pool to win! A few months of good lessons earned a pardon and life went on for my pool hustling friend. Did he learn his lesson? No way, as he continues to this day his dangerous pursuit! For more stories go to Amazon.com and get my book entitled "But You Must" by Steve Lillis.
Story goes that a short time later a black limo pulled up in front of the pool hall with three well-dressed men wearing sun glasses approached the front counter looking for the "hustler." I was not there at the time, as I heard they pulled away with my hustler friend who did not appear back in our pool room for many months. When my hustler friend reappeared in our pool room many months later, he had a eerie tale to tell. He said that after arriving at the Don's residence under house arrest he was instructed to drive to the house and deliver each week "one" dollar at a time until all the money was paid back. This was basically a life sentence with no way out for good behavior!
After months of being terrorized into making deliveries without default, the Don decided to shift direction! He now instructed my pool hustler friend to forget about the money and come each week to give his son lessons so that he can play pool to win! A few months of good lessons earned a pardon and life went on for my pool hustling friend. Did he learn his lesson? No way, as he continues to this day his dangerous pursuit! For more stories go to Amazon.com and get my book entitled "But You Must" by Steve Lillis.
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