local hustlers
I did know three or four guys most of the time, different guys that were rotating through, that were small time hustlers. These guys would cheat their own brother, and did. Not a word they said could be trusted. They didn't hesitate to cheat or pull any move necessary to get your cash. If they got a chance to bring in a world class player to beat a guy that was often good for a hundred dollar touch that would never get repaid they would do it in a heartbeat. They lived for today, the hell with the past and tomorrow.
They learned it was impossible to get me drunk enough to beat me on a pool table and I wouldn't play cards or shoot dice. I never got into deals with them either. While it would be stretching things to call them friends, they didn't have any, they were fellow denizens of the night and we were friendly.
One I liked best about my age was in Chicago when his brother was killed over a $2000 gambling debt. Poker with some Family kind of guys. Teester came running home and got in the wrong people's face. He was cut up so badly it was touch and go for a month and more, he spent six months in the hospital. When he got out he looked like a ghost. After that he disappeared. Did his good deeds or bad catch up with him or did he finally realize it was time to get out of the life? I don't know. Six months on your back gives a long time to think. While they were cunning, few of these guys had real brains. Teester was smarter than most, just seeking an easy way through life.
I got married and gave up pool and the general nightlife. I wonder sometimes if some of those small time hustlers are still around and still scuffling. They were totally worthless human beings but they were entertaining. Two I knew hit the big time, they were involved in two killings. Last I knew they were doing life on Angola State Farm. Local boys making good, they were born not far from there! The main killing of a political campaign manager paid $10,000 each. The other killing? Not a dime. Someone that was involved with the other killing that drank too much and had loose lips when he drank too much. Loose lips sink ships and all of that.
Ron came within a gnat's ass of being a surgeon once. He had snuck into a hospital, found some scrubs and was fixing to start an operation when somebody realized he was an imposter! Maybe his mom always wanted him to be a doctor.
Lots of memories come back of one stupid move after another these guys pulled. They worked damned hard for their easy money!
Hu
Of course this is all true but my point is -- if a guy is 30 years old and they don't have a regular job, it's NOT because of pool unless they are practically cursed with being a professional caliber player. Sure these amateurs can quit playing pool but they will just find a different hustle. In other words, the game doesn't destroy a player's character. I think it's the other way around.
I did know three or four guys most of the time, different guys that were rotating through, that were small time hustlers. These guys would cheat their own brother, and did. Not a word they said could be trusted. They didn't hesitate to cheat or pull any move necessary to get your cash. If they got a chance to bring in a world class player to beat a guy that was often good for a hundred dollar touch that would never get repaid they would do it in a heartbeat. They lived for today, the hell with the past and tomorrow.
They learned it was impossible to get me drunk enough to beat me on a pool table and I wouldn't play cards or shoot dice. I never got into deals with them either. While it would be stretching things to call them friends, they didn't have any, they were fellow denizens of the night and we were friendly.
One I liked best about my age was in Chicago when his brother was killed over a $2000 gambling debt. Poker with some Family kind of guys. Teester came running home and got in the wrong people's face. He was cut up so badly it was touch and go for a month and more, he spent six months in the hospital. When he got out he looked like a ghost. After that he disappeared. Did his good deeds or bad catch up with him or did he finally realize it was time to get out of the life? I don't know. Six months on your back gives a long time to think. While they were cunning, few of these guys had real brains. Teester was smarter than most, just seeking an easy way through life.
I got married and gave up pool and the general nightlife. I wonder sometimes if some of those small time hustlers are still around and still scuffling. They were totally worthless human beings but they were entertaining. Two I knew hit the big time, they were involved in two killings. Last I knew they were doing life on Angola State Farm. Local boys making good, they were born not far from there! The main killing of a political campaign manager paid $10,000 each. The other killing? Not a dime. Someone that was involved with the other killing that drank too much and had loose lips when he drank too much. Loose lips sink ships and all of that.
Ron came within a gnat's ass of being a surgeon once. He had snuck into a hospital, found some scrubs and was fixing to start an operation when somebody realized he was an imposter! Maybe his mom always wanted him to be a doctor.
Lots of memories come back of one stupid move after another these guys pulled. They worked damned hard for their easy money!
Hu
