...44 to go.
Today was a pretty good day, considering the circumstances.
I got this strong urge to shoot some pool. I don't know why, I just did.
I didn't even want to shoot against anyone. I just wanted to knock some balls into some holes. Sometimes, like tonight, that's all I want to do. Simple, but effective.
So I went to this Royal something-or-other place. It sucked. It was a nightclub with some pool tables. I wanted the exact opposite, except without the nightclub stuff.
I can't even remember the name of the place I went. The something.
That narrows it down.
All I wanted to do was knock some balls into some holes. But I was not about to back down from a challenge. Not this time.
It took about 10 seconds for one of the local "sharks" to detect me. It took about 60 seconds for us to negotiate a game, with a "friendly" wager and a "fair" spot.
It took about 5 minutes for me to realize that, in that particular little pond, I was the big fish.
The pussy quit me after a couple of hours and several hundred dollars. I don't really blame him except that he'd originally acted like he had money to burn.
The thing is, nobody up here knows how to play banks. Oh, certainly, people know how to bank, many of them much better than me, but to play the game of banks requires a special mindset. One that I possess, and others up here don't.
Like taking candy from a baby.