Suddenly its the 60s today

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deanoc

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I think I have told you stories of gun fire,robberies,mayhem
it was an every day occurrence back in the 60s

how many time did a guy have to go rob the 7/11 to get money to pay off his gambling debts

even in the 80s when youngblood was running the 3 card monte aks tossing the greasy pig

I am trying to shoot pool and one of young blood's unhappy victims has returned to the pool room with
an honest to goodness buntline special leveled right at the blood's head as he crawl on the floor begging for mercy

well after my shot i looked up to see what all the hullabaloo was about,
the guy is almost leaning on my table where i am trying to play one ocket for $500 pr game

alas,when i see the fracas i sneaked over to the exit,sorta sliding step by step till i can make it out to the parking lot until the dispute is settled

a few minutes later and the pistolero emerges with two hands full of money

he jumps on the back of the motorcycle that his gun ma is riding and off they go

however money is flying out of his hands or paper sack

i helped clean up some of the money from the street as did the other patrons

Youngblood made a plausible case for returning the money to him,but
his plea fell on deaf ears.i argued that he cut into my profits by ruining my game

i held the money,and we all know that possession is 9 tenths of something
so I held onto the benjamins

Today as I tried to play a friendly game of one pocket when the sound of gunfire broke out,honestly it must have been 20 shots,bang bang bang bang

There must have been 5 or 6 dark complected guys who ran by the window about
5 feet from where i stood

i immediately fell to the foor and put about $4000 in the area below the table designed to protect the bank roll
But as the shoting continued for 20 minutes with these guys running back and forth,bang bang bang

it occured to me that this was a senseless shooting not robberyso i concluded that i better hide

after what seemed like half an hour with shots and footsteps nearby,someone called 911 and the cops came

the fellas wondered where i had been,but i didn't want to make a big deal of it

I retrieved my dough and my 2 piece cue and walked slowly past the cops and left the scene

as i thought on the days activities,i reflected that while the without danger the game grows cold.

there was a time that words like this described me,but today I decided to call it a career
no more cheap pool in seedy neighborhoods,no risking my neck with senseless gang members

no sir,yours truly made an intelligent decision.no more cheap pool.

dean
 
deanoc said:
I think I have told you stories of gun fire,robberies,mayhem
it was an every day occurrence back in the 60s

how many time did a guy have to go rob the 7/11 to get money to pay off his gambling debts

even in the 80s when youngblood was running the 3 card monte aks tossing the greasy pig

I am trying to shoot pool and one of young blood's unhappy victims has returned to the pool room with
an honest to goodness buntline special leveled right at the blood's head as he crawl on the floor begging for mercy

well after my shot i looked up to see what all the hullabaloo was about,
the guy is almost leaning on my table where i am trying to play one ocket for $500 pr game

alas,when i see the fracas i sneaked over to the exit,sorta sliding step by step till i can make it out to the parking lot until the dispute is settled

a few minutes later and the pistolero emerges with two hands full of money

he jumps on the back of the motorcycle that his gun ma is riding and off they go

however money is flying out of his hands or paper sack

i helped clean up some of the money from the street as did the other patrons

Youngblood made a plausible case for returning the money to him,but
his plea fell on deaf ears.i argued that he cut into my profits by ruining my game

i held the money,and we all know that possession is 9 tenths of something
so I held onto the benjamins

Today as I tried to play a friendly game of one pocket when the sound of gunfire broke out,honestly it must have been 20 shots,bang bang bang bang

There must have been 5 or 6 dark complected guys who ran by the window about
5 feet from where i stood

i immediately fell to the foor and put about $4000 in the area below the table designed to protect the bank roll
But as the shoting continued for 20 minutes with these guys running back and forth,bang bang bang

it occured to me that this was a senseless shooting not robberyso i concluded that i better hide

after what seemed like half an hour with shots and footsteps nearby,someone called 911 and the cops came

the fellas wondered where i had been,but i didn't want to make a big deal of it

I retrieved my dough and my 2 piece cue and walked slowly past the cops and left the scene

as i thought on the days activities,i reflected that while the without danger the game grows cold.

there was a time that words like this described me,but today I decided to call it a career
no more cheap pool in seedy neighborhoods,no risking my neck with senseless gang members

no sir,yours truly made an intelligent decision.no more cheap pool.

dean
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Where? That's some scary s^*t right there.
 
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Seriously, where? I checked Dallas police blotter and local news and there is no word of a shooting. Cops showed up? Dallas cops?
 
You'll live longer Dean. I gave up shooting and hustlin money "in da hood" many years ago. Tough playin in an area where you had to pack yourself to protect to assets.
deanoc said:
I think I have told you stories of gun fire,robberies,mayhem
it was an every day occurrence back in the 60s

how many time did a guy have to go rob the 7/11 to get money to pay off his gambling debts

even in the 80s when youngblood was running the 3 card monte aks tossing the greasy pig

I am trying to shoot pool and one of young blood's unhappy victims has returned to the pool room with
an honest to goodness buntline special leveled right at the blood's head as he crawl on the floor begging for mercy

well after my shot i looked up to see what all the hullabaloo was about,
the guy is almost leaning on my table where i am trying to play one ocket for $500 pr game

alas,when i see the fracas i sneaked over to the exit,sorta sliding step by step till i can make it out to the parking lot until the dispute is settled

a few minutes later and the pistolero emerges with two hands full of money

he jumps on the back of the motorcycle that his gun ma is riding and off they go

however money is flying out of his hands or paper sack

i helped clean up some of the money from the street as did the other patrons

Youngblood made a plausible case for returning the money to him,but
his plea fell on deaf ears.i argued that he cut into my profits by ruining my game

i held the money,and we all know that possession is 9 tenths of something
so I held onto the benjamins

Today as I tried to play a friendly game of one pocket when the sound of gunfire broke out,honestly it must have been 20 shots,bang bang bang bang

There must have been 5 or 6 dark complected guys who ran by the window about
5 feet from where i stood

i immediately fell to the foor and put about $4000 in the area below the table designed to protect the bank roll
But as the shoting continued for 20 minutes with these guys running back and forth,bang bang bang

it occured to me that this was a senseless shooting not robberyso i concluded that i better hide

after what seemed like half an hour with shots and footsteps nearby,someone called 911 and the cops came

the fellas wondered where i had been,but i didn't want to make a big deal of it

I retrieved my dough and my 2 piece cue and walked slowly past the cops and left the scene

as i thought on the days activities,i reflected that while the without danger the game grows cold.

there was a time that words like this described me,but today I decided to call it a career
no more cheap pool in seedy neighborhoods,no risking my neck with senseless gang members

no sir,yours truly made an intelligent decision.no more cheap pool.

dean
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Hard to go out and relax anymore. I would not like being around flying bulllets... at my age it takes 5 minutes to duck. Glad you’re ok. Scary stuff.
 
...so, you're telling us that you had a good nap of the good ol' times, carry on...
 
I'll stay home and play monopoly rather than go into an area or building that looks thuggish. And I ain't afraid of chit, I just have a few responsibilities that can't be handled from prison!
 
Where deano was playin' is not a bad part of Dallas. This crazy s^*t can happen ANYWHERE these days. I was pullin in a QT on 7-3 just as a TPD vs thug shoot-out started. Damn near needed my brown Levis. Gotta be alert at ALL times.
 
I live in a peaceful part of a peaceful country. Twice there has been shootings outside poolhalls, once inside. Twice I've had to fight bad people with the butt end of my poolstick on my way to the pool hall. Pool seems to attract shady people and often makes you go out at bad times in bad places... Glad that you made it uninjured. Stay safe.
 
you tell him Billy

bstroud said:
Dean,

How could you let a little thing like Gunfire interfere with your game?

Going soft?

Bill S.
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Well, Well, now the shoe's on the other foot. You give me a hard time when
I dive out of the canoe to be in a position to save my wife and young lad
as it goes over a waterfall so large it makes Niagara Falls look like a
slip-n-slide. Here you are under the table and as I heard on good authority
that you were waving a white handy screaming "do what you want to the
women and children just leave me alone". I just hope none of the other
Oak Cliff guys here about this.
jack
 
Remember Squirrel,the one pocket player

Tough guys broke into the poker room, bang went the shotgun
inside the room that sounds like a canon

"on the floor ,nose to the ground"shouted the bad guys
wham a few guys get pistol whipped to insure docility from the patrons

Squirrel finds his nose in a crack in the concrete,he makes sure not to look at anyone,his nose is glued to the crack in the floor

But as luck would have it suddenly one of the poker player wets his pants

The stream of urine finds its way into the crack and flows down stream to the nose of our hero himself


Well what are you gonna do in a spot like this?


You guys that never played for money,I mean rent money,dinner money,house payment money

You never knew what it was like to find action after you beat the local students,then you beat the knights of columbus boys,you beat the game at the down towm als,
now you find yourself on the road,where do you find action?
not the sunday school,not the old ladies bridge game ,now sir you have to play the guys who have disposable incomw

Guys who make so much they don't worry about losing,bookies,yeah but that soft action only last so long

next its pimps,then its drug dealers,and these guys are not so nice

and hoodlums rob these guys and what are you going to do?
If you are committed to winning big money,you go where the money is.

life choices like these may sound strange to league players

but when you start trying to win thousands,hundreds of thousands
suddenly there are risk

we all take those,rather took those,but when you are in a cheap Dallas pool room playing $40 sets with guys who expect a wide birth if you stand too close to the table,guys who expect the right away
because"we're gambling"

They may be playing $5 one pocket,but because they have a nickel or dime on the game
they are now professionals

Every time you see trouble in the pool room,Lucky Delay got killed in an argument over a 25 cent game

I once asked Craig Petersen,a hard core alcoholic,"Its New Years,you got plans?"

He responded"Staying home,I am not going out like these idiots,,it's amateur night"
 
Read Billy Stroud's response,I just saw it

This is the funniest response on AZ,and he wasn't joking

If you think he was joking,you don't know Billy
I could tell you stories about Billy that would curl your hair

This was a guy who had the balls of the water buffalo

Sure ,there are those sheltered protected guys whose only
involvement with pool is "the hustler movie" or "the baltimore bullet

I heard stories from people who think of Billy as a cue maker who shoots a little pool.

Some of those guys say "billy talks a good game"
"billy brags"
"billy thinks he can play"

When billy says to me ,you can not let a little thing like gunfire bother you

He is quietly rebuking me,it's as if he said"i thought i could count on you"

"whatza matter dean going soft

Thats what I realized,I HAVE GONE SOFT,I was actually scared,

Oh sure,once RD Matthews,the most dangerous man in america was staking me one night in a bar room game
when Johnny Littlepage and Blond Tommy demande a piece of the action,RD put a bullet into Johnny's knee at
the Lemon Twist and I might have left through the back door

I mean I wasn't crazy,then again I retreated with a smile knowing i could play the next day

But this wild crazy 20 -30 shots from senseless morons scared me

sorry Billy,you might want another partner on your next road trip


then again,I am sure you won't be playing cheap so i might go
I'm good for my half as long as you do the pool
 
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jackpot said:
Here you are under the table and as I heard on good authority
that you were waving a white handy screaming "do what you want to the
women and children just leave me alone".
jack
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:killingme::killingme::killingme::say it ain't so
 
Dear Gold Crown

Thank you for your kind response
Jackpot may not have got the exact words I used
but his overall understanding is spot on


ashamed in Dallas
Dc
 
deanoc said:
Dear Gold Crown

Thank you for your kind response
Jackpot may not have got the exact words I used
but his overall understanding is spot on


ashamed in Dallas
Dc
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We know it's bunk. If push came to shove you'd play the gunman 8-7 and the break...and give back 1/2 his money.
 
Dean,

We all miss the good times in Dallas.

Me more than most.

Everyday was an adventure. Didn't know if you would make a score or get robbed.

Everything was in play. People gambled on anything. Everybody played position on eveyone.

Remember Tommy (Blanton)? outrunning the sequence lights at the Cotton Place.
I'm sure jack does. Lotts of money changed hands.

Say Hi to Jack.

Bill S.
 
I could tell you some funny blanton stories

He ended up marrying a girl he loved and had 7 children

He went to the same high school as Jack and I did

Little fellow with a lot o spunk

he worked for my real estate company for a while

He passed away a few years back,I met his son in oklahoma
,we played poker together

Jack is going through a hard time,his wife has cancer,had several operations and treatments
but it is looking better now,he speaks of you often

I hope your health holds up and we get one more shot at the money,I hope you are not too proud to ask for weight with these young guns,I have found that I don't even know what to ask for anymore

best wishes
 
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