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OK.
Here's the story of the gorilla in the bar where I was shooting pool...
Are you sure I haven't told this story before?
Well,
OK,
Here it is....
Late one afternoon I was "cleaning the tables" before the "college crowd" came in.
(Perhaps I've told the story of my Pop and I hustlin' pool?)
In Lawrence, KS.
Home of the Jayhawks.....
Oh...yeah...go jayhawks...
I attended classes there once.....
even tried out for the Baseball team...
(That' a whole 'nother story....)
{from a LONG time ago}
My Buddy Jim was at the bar. (behind the bar, the bartender, an employee)
I had just got a pitcher from him when the drunk Gorilla waked in.
Our eyes met and he stormed to me, snarling and full of anger....
He accused me of being with his wife....
He said that he was going to kill me.
Folks,
That's code words for, "Really?"
He grabbed a pool cue and swung it at me.
I turned my back and the pool stick shattered on my back.....
As he rushed me, I grabbed a pool ball, I think it was either the 2 ball or 12 ball,
and mashed it into his forehead.
Well, he fell like a sack of taters and the blood gushed.
My Buddy Jim Said,
"Get your a$$ out the back before the cops come and I didn't see anything."
Have I been to a bar since?
Maybe.....
Best,
Scott
At the time,
It was just another day.....A Tuesday?
Here's the story of the gorilla in the bar where I was shooting pool...
Are you sure I haven't told this story before?
Well,
OK,
Here it is....
Late one afternoon I was "cleaning the tables" before the "college crowd" came in.
(Perhaps I've told the story of my Pop and I hustlin' pool?)
In Lawrence, KS.
Home of the Jayhawks.....
Oh...yeah...go jayhawks...
I attended classes there once.....
even tried out for the Baseball team...
(That' a whole 'nother story....)
{from a LONG time ago}
My Buddy Jim was at the bar. (behind the bar, the bartender, an employee)
I had just got a pitcher from him when the drunk Gorilla waked in.
Our eyes met and he stormed to me, snarling and full of anger....
He accused me of being with his wife....
He said that he was going to kill me.
Folks,
That's code words for, "Really?"
He grabbed a pool cue and swung it at me.
I turned my back and the pool stick shattered on my back.....
As he rushed me, I grabbed a pool ball, I think it was either the 2 ball or 12 ball,
and mashed it into his forehead.
Well, he fell like a sack of taters and the blood gushed.
My Buddy Jim Said,
"Get your a$$ out the back before the cops come and I didn't see anything."
Have I been to a bar since?
Maybe.....
Best,
Scott
At the time,
It was just another day.....A Tuesday?
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