Originally Posted by 12squared
In the early 70's, a friend of mine used to play pool while on LSD. I sked him how he made the balls - he said the pockets would get bigger then smaller and he just shot when they were big . This is a true story (of what he told me anyway). Any comment grasshopper?
Nice shot by the way.
Dave
Dave, one day Waterdog wandered into my poolroom in Bakersfield. I had no idea who he was. He just looked like another stoned out hippy to me (this was in the early 70's). He came to the counter and asked if there was anyone there who played pool for money. I played him some 9-Ball and busted him (maybe a couple of hundred).
All the time we were playing he was acting very strange. I finally asked him if anything was wrong and he said no, that he was flying! Flying on what I asked him. He said he was on "blue sunshine", whatever that was. I guessed that it was some kind of acid (it was). I could see that he knew how to play but he kept trying outrageous shots, and missing of course. Later on I found out he had beaten almost everyone in L.A. I guess he got pumped up down there, got loaded, and his next stop was Bakersfield on the way to San Francisco.
I remember one other thing. He was wearing this T-Shirt that had the solar system on it, but in a very weird configuration, with bright colors for the planets and the sun. I'll never forget that shirt. Or Waterdog. I never played him again.
