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I wanna play pool now
Is there a hall of shame thread? Or something of the sort for the billiards community? I have a SERIOUS matter at hand where somebody I know snuck into my home, bedroom, and stole my pool cue. Called police to file a report and they basically said if I have no definitive proof, that there is really nothing to be done. The cop basically talked me out of filing a report. This was two weeks ago. And I have the time frame of the cue missing because I took it out of a case I sold on here, and it turned up missing a week or less after that. Hes not answering his phone or texts. He lives shitty hotel to shitty hotel gambling his disability money he gets at pool and the casinos.
I've played pool with him maybe 3 times in the last year and a half. He has ostracized himself from his family. Im sure hes screwed them all over as well. His mom, aunts, grandparents, and who knows who else.
Bit of a backstory, Paul had a custom Adam Frank cue (Out of New Mexico) made for him. He cant hold onto shit because he sells everything he has as hes probably already sold my cue he just stole as well. So he had a cue made, sells it. My other friend Tony buys this cue and ends up lending it back to Paul ! Paul disappears with the cue after some time! Paul sells the cue again and Tony finds who he sold the cue to out of some dumb luck and buys it AGAIN! Now Tony sends me the cue to Illinois with the intention of me meeting up with Paul to play pool so that I can pull it out in front of him to fuck with him. And I did just that. Paul must have asked me 30 times to buy that damn cue. You would think it had a treasure map inside of it. Of course, Paul being Paul Im sure he would not have had the money to buy it, but would have tried talking me into a payment plan or something so that he can just fuck me as well. I had no intention of selling it, and as a matter of fact I sent the Adam Frank cue back to Tony.
Now, around two months ago, the last time I spoke to Paul. Via Text. Paul AGAIN is asking to buy the cue. He tells me he'll give me $300 for it , like he was doing me a favor or something. He is totally out there. His head is a constant fog of prescription medication cocktails that he takes on the daily for his "disability". I tell Paul, NO, I already sent the cue back to Tony and I actually ended up sending the cue back to Tony because I didnt personally care for it.
Two weeks ago my parents are making a big move out of state. I am packing my room up and getting ready to move when I notice the cue is missing! Want to talk about an eerie feeling knowing THIS CREEP snuck in my home , my bedroom, and TOOK STOLE MY CUE. Makes me wonder how many other times he has been in my parents house before this. Almost 30 years ago he actually lived with me at my parents when we were still in highschool. So he has had a key and not sure if my parents ever got it back. They never changed the locks.
Paul Wayne Saylor has asked me several times to move in with him. To move out of state and get a place with him. The way he talked sometimes you would think he may be gay. I had to correct him at times because of how weird our conversations would start to get on his behalf. He would almost try to talk to me like I was his girlfriend or some shit. This is someone I really didnt even want in my life anymore. I know what he was about which is why I have distanced myself from him over the years. Hanging less and less with him.
Months ago when we last met up to play I told him my parents were going to be moving and that I was going to move out of state. He mad ea metnion along the lines of "What about me? We should go move in together" Something to that affect but not so much those words.
Ive done this fucker numerous favors. Gave him rides, clothes, money, even a cheap Valhalla cue I had. My friend Tony has lent him hundreds of dollars to only never see that money again. I can only imagine how many other people he has bled and then ends up disappearing on.
So after the Lockport cop tells me its more than likely a fruitless endeavor as I had no definite proof, I immediately started to Google his name to find out where the hell he is. My first Google search on mobile "Paul Saylor pool tournament" and BAM! Video search results show hes been playing at some bar called the Twisted Rose in Algonquin Illinois. Hes played several times as there are a few matches of him there.
So I call the Twisted Rose and talked to some guy who says he will definitely try and help out and get back to me to let me know. I havent heard from him since, but Im ready to call up there again to talk to someone else.
I have Pauls cell number which hes not answering, nor his answering texts. I didnt even make a mention of him stealing my cue, or that my cue was missing. But still no call or text back...
I cant stop thinking about this now. Everyday, multiple times a day, Im thinking of this slime creep sneaking into my home and taking my cue. God knows what else hes taken, or done, or how many times he has been in my parents house when nobody was there. I think back to phone conversations, where he would blatantly be like "WHERE YOU AT RIGHTI NOW" Like, in hindsight it was clear he was wondering who was home, if anyone.....
I don't talk to too many people, but have told this story to a few pool playing friends of mine all of which said they will keep an eye out for him. Ideally I wanted to find out where he was frequenting next so that I could catch him red handed playing with my cue. Im sure hes sold it by now anyway. Its a wrapless McDermott with black handle and curly maple.
I just can't go on with life and let this one get by me. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I been thinking about this EVERYDAY and MULTIPLE times a day. And maybe sharing this story will warn others of him as well. Hes major scum. Im not even sure how I stayed friends with him for as long as I did. Hes dicked me and others over in the past time and time again as well. This is the last straw though. And perhaps maybe someone who has seen him recently may see this thread.
This is the fucker right here
I've played pool with him maybe 3 times in the last year and a half. He has ostracized himself from his family. Im sure hes screwed them all over as well. His mom, aunts, grandparents, and who knows who else.
Bit of a backstory, Paul had a custom Adam Frank cue (Out of New Mexico) made for him. He cant hold onto shit because he sells everything he has as hes probably already sold my cue he just stole as well. So he had a cue made, sells it. My other friend Tony buys this cue and ends up lending it back to Paul ! Paul disappears with the cue after some time! Paul sells the cue again and Tony finds who he sold the cue to out of some dumb luck and buys it AGAIN! Now Tony sends me the cue to Illinois with the intention of me meeting up with Paul to play pool so that I can pull it out in front of him to fuck with him. And I did just that. Paul must have asked me 30 times to buy that damn cue. You would think it had a treasure map inside of it. Of course, Paul being Paul Im sure he would not have had the money to buy it, but would have tried talking me into a payment plan or something so that he can just fuck me as well. I had no intention of selling it, and as a matter of fact I sent the Adam Frank cue back to Tony.
Now, around two months ago, the last time I spoke to Paul. Via Text. Paul AGAIN is asking to buy the cue. He tells me he'll give me $300 for it , like he was doing me a favor or something. He is totally out there. His head is a constant fog of prescription medication cocktails that he takes on the daily for his "disability". I tell Paul, NO, I already sent the cue back to Tony and I actually ended up sending the cue back to Tony because I didnt personally care for it.
Two weeks ago my parents are making a big move out of state. I am packing my room up and getting ready to move when I notice the cue is missing! Want to talk about an eerie feeling knowing THIS CREEP snuck in my home , my bedroom, and TOOK STOLE MY CUE. Makes me wonder how many other times he has been in my parents house before this. Almost 30 years ago he actually lived with me at my parents when we were still in highschool. So he has had a key and not sure if my parents ever got it back. They never changed the locks.
Paul Wayne Saylor has asked me several times to move in with him. To move out of state and get a place with him. The way he talked sometimes you would think he may be gay. I had to correct him at times because of how weird our conversations would start to get on his behalf. He would almost try to talk to me like I was his girlfriend or some shit. This is someone I really didnt even want in my life anymore. I know what he was about which is why I have distanced myself from him over the years. Hanging less and less with him.
Months ago when we last met up to play I told him my parents were going to be moving and that I was going to move out of state. He mad ea metnion along the lines of "What about me? We should go move in together" Something to that affect but not so much those words.
Ive done this fucker numerous favors. Gave him rides, clothes, money, even a cheap Valhalla cue I had. My friend Tony has lent him hundreds of dollars to only never see that money again. I can only imagine how many other people he has bled and then ends up disappearing on.
So after the Lockport cop tells me its more than likely a fruitless endeavor as I had no definite proof, I immediately started to Google his name to find out where the hell he is. My first Google search on mobile "Paul Saylor pool tournament" and BAM! Video search results show hes been playing at some bar called the Twisted Rose in Algonquin Illinois. Hes played several times as there are a few matches of him there.
So I call the Twisted Rose and talked to some guy who says he will definitely try and help out and get back to me to let me know. I havent heard from him since, but Im ready to call up there again to talk to someone else.
I have Pauls cell number which hes not answering, nor his answering texts. I didnt even make a mention of him stealing my cue, or that my cue was missing. But still no call or text back...
I cant stop thinking about this now. Everyday, multiple times a day, Im thinking of this slime creep sneaking into my home and taking my cue. God knows what else hes taken, or done, or how many times he has been in my parents house when nobody was there. I think back to phone conversations, where he would blatantly be like "WHERE YOU AT RIGHTI NOW" Like, in hindsight it was clear he was wondering who was home, if anyone.....
I don't talk to too many people, but have told this story to a few pool playing friends of mine all of which said they will keep an eye out for him. Ideally I wanted to find out where he was frequenting next so that I could catch him red handed playing with my cue. Im sure hes sold it by now anyway. Its a wrapless McDermott with black handle and curly maple.
I just can't go on with life and let this one get by me. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I been thinking about this EVERYDAY and MULTIPLE times a day. And maybe sharing this story will warn others of him as well. Hes major scum. Im not even sure how I stayed friends with him for as long as I did. Hes dicked me and others over in the past time and time again as well. This is the last straw though. And perhaps maybe someone who has seen him recently may see this thread.
This is the fucker right here
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. About a year apart too...wonder if she had it the whole time? I Couldn’t help myself of course as I’m half caveman and she was ridiculously pretty. She actually died between the time I saw her last and when I went to the doctors to get some antibiotics so she was like still living on in me in a creepy way. 
