Well hustling and my way too big of a mouth for a little guy caught up to me today. A friend of mine (not any more) told me about a bar that had plenty of $10, $20, and up action. He said there were only a few, if any in the bar that could beat me on a bar table.
I drive down there, see it’s in a bad area, but go in anyway. It took me all of 20 minutes to hook-up with a guy playing $20 a game 9-ball. An hour or so later I’m up $120 and the guy I’m playing is all kinds of pissed off and big. I break the balls, make the one in the side and have a perfect 2-9 combo in the corner. As soon as the 9-ball dropped (before I eiven got out of my stance) wham with a fist right in the jaw. I go down on my knees hitting the table with my mouth on the way down. I started to get up, but then realized I was pretty dizzy and he was young and big, and I was little and old, so I stayed down in praying mode.
The bartender came over and told me to get the hell out of the bar; he said they didn’t like hustlers in there. I picked myself up staggered to my car and sat there looking at my gun. After a few minutes I put it away and drove home to listen to a bunch of crap from the wife that was worse than the beating. So now for $120 (never got the other $20 for the last combo, and didn’t ask either) I need a new set of dentures for $1000. Makes sense to me. Sometimes when you win you, you lose. Johnnyt
I drive down there, see it’s in a bad area, but go in anyway. It took me all of 20 minutes to hook-up with a guy playing $20 a game 9-ball. An hour or so later I’m up $120 and the guy I’m playing is all kinds of pissed off and big. I break the balls, make the one in the side and have a perfect 2-9 combo in the corner. As soon as the 9-ball dropped (before I eiven got out of my stance) wham with a fist right in the jaw. I go down on my knees hitting the table with my mouth on the way down. I started to get up, but then realized I was pretty dizzy and he was young and big, and I was little and old, so I stayed down in praying mode.
The bartender came over and told me to get the hell out of the bar; he said they didn’t like hustlers in there. I picked myself up staggered to my car and sat there looking at my gun. After a few minutes I put it away and drove home to listen to a bunch of crap from the wife that was worse than the beating. So now for $120 (never got the other $20 for the last combo, and didn’t ask either) I need a new set of dentures for $1000. Makes sense to me. Sometimes when you win you, you lose. Johnnyt
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