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My apologies to those for whom the topic is new.

This was the final chapter and preceding ones can be found via OP's profile page.

Nobody ever accused me of not me be lazy.
 
This should be written into the next Wolf of Wall Street type movie from the Hedgefund guy partners perspective.
 
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My guess is the guy was a hedge trimmer, not a hedge fund manager. I think a hedge fund manager would have simply paid off the bet.

Sincerely, SJM, who retired from the hedge fund business in 2008 and plays much better pool than most in the business.
 
It strikes me that it would be fun for AZB'ers to write a collaborative effort, each one in the pool writing a few pages when it is their turn. Then in the end we could try to get some slight cohesion from the mess and sell the movie rights for a million to save men's pool, or throw a helluva party, whichever seems more practical!

Hu
 
It strikes me that it would be fun for AZB'ers to write a collaborative effort, each one in the pool writing a few pages when it is their turn. Then in the end we could try to get some slight cohesion from the mess and sell the movie rights for a million to save men's pool, or throw a helluva party, whichever seems more practical!

Hu
I'd be up for that.
 
I Second that.

I have a couple paragraphs i started 10 years ago on an old lap top I will try to find it see if its as bad as I remember. ShootingArts your idea you should start the Thread ....

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The Great AZBilliards Novel by us
Yeah! This can be a fun project for sure and a way to bring this community a bit closer.
 
As long as the main character is named Bocephus Ryan and no one can spell Bocephus so he is known as B.Ryan and then after more confusion-Brian Bryan.
That is all I have to say about that.
If Will E Gamble can get a fake I'd Bocephus should be able to also.
 
An AZ Tale

I sat behind the counter at the poolhall. No tables were lit up yet.
Time dragged by like a gut shot parakeet. Outside, mist rose up from the street like steam from a hotdog.
I watched as the first customer of the day walked past the front window...heard the front door click on opening.

I knew he was a tall man...the poolhall was on the second floor......


Next...you’re allowed to plagiarize, right?
 
An AZ Tale

I sat behind the counter at the poolhall. No tables were lit up yet.
Time dragged by like a gut shot parakeet. Outside, mist rose up from the street like steam from a hotdog.
I watched as the first customer of the day walked past the front window...heard the front door click on opening.

I knew he was a tall man...the poolhall was on the second floor......


Next...you’re allowed to plagiarize, right?


It would be fun to write something in the old hard boiled style. The older members would have to work at it, the youngsters would probably really struggle. I always thought anything I wrote would have to start with a bit of plagiarism, 'It was a dark and stormy night ..." Best I recall that is how one author started all of his books. Worked for him ...

Hu
 
As Shakespeare observed: "All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely pool players." That should get out story off to a good start.
 
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We crept slowly along the darkened hallway leading to the entrance. It seemed so secretive and mysterious, but that was the allure. Once at the door we gave a light tap, tap as instructed, and waited. The peephole opened and an eyeball rotated around, sizing us up. The door clicked open and in we went, a room almost as dark as the hallway we had just left. Here and there a few splotches of light, and the outlines of hunched figures engrossed in private convos. In the corner was a misty light coming from the ceiling. We moved that way and heard a murmur of activity. As we got closer we could make out the table, and the balls scattered over it. DAMN, we were in a fuck'n poolroom. We thought it was a whorehouse! :)
 
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