Tuesday at the Pool Hall
Tuesday. Pool night and I'm getting close to drunk,. The jukebox went dead so I'm the DJ for the next fifteen songs, and I sure hope these people like it. Well, I don’t care so much, but I don't want anyone getting pissed that Phil Collins' "In the Air Tonight" is playing. Whatever.
Been a good night so far, a good day, really. Woke up groggy and maybe a bit sick, but got better and spent the afternoon playing Burnout Revenge with Vani, and talking to my homeslice Jeff on the AIM. Shout out to my boyee Porzdawg cold kickin' in it Chelmsford, Mass. Mad love, yo!
Now, here, chatting with Vani and Jay's friends Ellen and Susie about being "too" nice to people, those who take advantage of others, drug problems, and just what am I going to wear to the Halloween party this Friday?
Then he comes, the kid, trying to scare Susie and it's awhile before I realize nobody knows who he is. But it's cool, he's a cool little kid. He tries doing laps around the poolhall before some Grumpy Gus yells at him, then he regales me with tales of how when he was in the Olympics, he could run up and down a mountain in one second with no legs while covered in dirt that took ten showers to remove, something about bees in armpits, little unknown kid jumping on my back. And then Susie was gone, then the kid was gone, and my last song (Queen's "Fat Bottomed Girls") ended, and all was quiet.
So I throw some more songs on. "Turn the Page" is on and I'm getting beers.