Saturday, February 9


J.R. and I played pool again today. I have to admit, I'm enjoying it. Except when he clears the table and I've got five balls left. Then I'm sad, frustrated, and a little pissed -- but other than that, there is a certain satisfaction to sinking a ball, especially the ones I didn't think I would make. And! I beat J.R. twice. Not twice today -- once today and once last week -- and both times I made a decent shot on the 8. The way this is growing on me, I may have to buy my own cue, and take lunch breaks at the pool hall, and before you know it, I will be all Color of Money on your ass. But without Tom's bad hair.

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