Every hustler has had some goofy idea at some time. It was the seventies and my brother, Jack, and I were hustling around Nashville. We were practicing together late in an old pool room, that had only the house man there. Two large guys came in who smelled of alcohol and trouble. One of them picked a cue from the holder and said "This cue is crooked" and smashed it over the table next to us. He picked another and said and did the same thing. This went on for a few more cues, the house man was frozen with fear and we certainly weren't there to protect his room. Jack whispered to me: "We're going to make some money" as he picked a piece of a cue from the floor. "The next time he breaks one, I'm going to shove this stick in your ear and we'll sue the place." I told him I liked the idea but why couldn't he use his own ear. In his usual aplomb, he said "Well, you know. You work. You're more of a citizen. We can get more money for you."
BTW, if you want to tell me something, speak into my left ear.
Keep it nice. Alfie
PS... For you late tuner iners, you can register for my book givaway if you look three or four pages back. I love this AZB hobby.
BTW, if you want to tell me something, speak into my left ear.
Keep it nice. Alfie
PS... For you late tuner iners, you can register for my book givaway if you look three or four pages back. I love this AZB hobby.
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