True American Artform
By Simon Kay | Eastoftheweb.com
"He had already potted the nine in his head, but now, since Jimmy made the call for the pocket, he had to rewind. He always knew what his next shot was gonna be. It came from a lifetime of playing. A lifetime of seedy backroom bars. He had given up smoking two years prior, but probably still did the damage with all the smoke round the table. Even though he now had a slight wheeze when he spoke, he wouldn't change the place. He loved the atmosphere. The smell of stale beer, the lights filling the smoke clouds as they left some drunkard's mouth. It all added to the moment and Rey lived for the moment."
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