So, you wanna know my pet peeve huh? Well, BY FAR it's finally getting up the courage to once again even go to one of the few poolrooms in my area, do so, and then instantly remember why I don't go anymore and it cures me for another six months.
Its that friggin noise you kids blare with the "F" word every other song, "F" this, "F" that, lets "F". Its that rap s^%#t garbage screaming noise you somehow confuse with music. It makes my blood boil and makes me want to take a bat to the jukebox, dust off my hands, and say there ..... there's your "Fing" music.
I usually last a half hour and then unscrew, shaking my head remembering what poolrooms used to be like and walk away in total disgust with the abomination of what the great game of pool has evolved into. Or I should say "devolved" to.
***** deleted ***** I ain't even saying it.