I am guessing the late 60's and early 70's was when I decided to stick to the pool rooms.
Me and a buddy had a route that took us to numerous spots where we could win a few bucks or a ton of beer. It was almost a 7 days a week thing, and we could fade most any troublemakers as we were 10 feet tall and bullet proof. However, one night after I had dusted off everyone in the place, my partner got a game with for a few bucks, and before the balls were even racked up, his opponent went berserkers about my buddies name for gods sake, Words were exchanged, and before it was all over with, there was blood on the ceiling !!!!!!!!!!!
It was eerily like a scene straight out of a horror movie. That is when I decided to ditch the dive bar route and stick to the pool rooms.