At first, I thought it is because I don't play much anymore and stopped practicing eons ago. But, now I think it's because I am deceased. I mean, I don't have a reflection in the mirror anymore, so that's one sign. The summer sun neither burns nor tans my flesh. I see the same crow repeatedly. Everything feels like punishment. At best, perhaps I am in purgatory, which as far as I can tell is somewhere between 9 ball and onepocket.
Any advice?
Best,
JL
Any advice?
Best,
JL