Poolhall Junkies Page #2

But he said you weren't interested.

Something about...

your parents wanting you to finish school.

What was the name

of that backer you had, anyway?

Was it Joe?

Bet $20,000!

What's the matter? Did I stutter?

Everybody got all quiet, and sh*t?

About a minute ago,

it was like an evening at the Apollo.

Now, all of a sudden, it's quiet as a church.

That's all right, Chico, I don't blame you.

I've been beating this motherf***er

all goddamn night. He can't win.

You better watch your mouth.

You watch my mouth, Chico...

'cause you sure as hell

don't want to watch me play pool.

Unless I'm blindfolded, handcuffed,

with a cue sticking out of my ass.

Maybe you'd bet the $20,000 then, right?

That's what I thought.

Come on, Joe, let's get the f*** out of here.

These guys wouldn't bet $5 they were black.

Hold this.

You got a bet.

But for $20,000, you got to play

my man Brad in the corner, over there.

What are you doing?

I only got $8,000 on me.

Don't play that guy. He's a pro.

I saw him at the pro tournament in Phoenix.

Don't you ever tell me who I play again.

I'll play anybody in the house,

you know that, Chico.

Do you wanna play this bad motherf***er

on my money?

I don't think so.

Seems you got

too much personal sh*t going on.

You know what? F*** you, Johnny.

Charles, get the rack.

I'll play him myself.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- He's got $8,000 on him, but it's not enough.

What the f*** is going on?

You should have looked out for me.

I was just a kid.

I'll f***ing kill you, you motherf***er!

Shut the f*** up!

Do you honestly think that I would let

a white boy walk into my pool hall...

and talk that much sh*t

unless he was trying to tell me something?

You missed the f***ing signs.

You didn't listen.

Me and Johnny, we's niggas.

- I'm out of here.

- Peace.

What's this I hear

about you not having my money?

Get the f*** off me!

When I was 12, I walked into a pool room...

picked up a cue,

and I just knew how to play.

I guess, for some people,

it's baseball or music.

For me, it was pool.

But I never wanted to be a hustler.

I wanted to be the best.

But after 15 years with Joe...

the only thing I ever got to be

was the best hustler.

I guess, in life, things don't always work out

the way you want them to.

You wanted to see me?

I'd have to say you're the worst carpenter

I ever worked with in my entire life.

How did you get this job?

Jack Radosta hired me on.

I guess he thought

he owed me a couple of favors.

Jack's a good man.

Bad gambler, but he's a good man.

I know I'm no good at any of this stuff.

But Jack's been showing me some things.

If I work harder...

- and I try as hard as I can- -

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