I have 2 stories about my pool shootin days...
First I was 18 and we shot pool everyday we could, if we weren't huntin or fishin we were shootin pool.
Well, the little town we lived in only had bout 1400 people and everybody KNEW everybody.
Anyway, I was a leadfoot way back then and use to get speedin tickets regularly.
However, all the tickets were taken care of by the Justice of the Peace, Judge Roberts.
Anytime any of us got a local ticket we had to go see the Judge.
He regularly would only fine us a dollar a mile over the speed limit, which was 70mph.
SO, one day I get a ticket for doin 87mph in a 70 zone but I didn't take care of it right away cause I didn't have the money for the fine.
Granted, it would have only been 17 dollars but it was 1971 and I just didn't have it right then. So a week later I go in to see the Judge and I can see he isn't sittin at his desk.
Now that wasn't unusual cause he loved to play dominos over at the pool hall if he wasn't busy with business.
SO, when I walk in and the Judge wasn't sittin at his desk, I ask his secretary if the Judge was over at the pool hall playin dominos? WELL, if looks could kill, she looked at me and said " Judge Roberts funeral is at 1 o'clock this afternoon."
OHHH, well, I didn't say anything. I turned around and walked out.
I kinda forgot about the ticket. BIG mistake.
Fast forward to bout June of '71.
I'm hangin with a guy that rides a motorcycle that is legally blind that lives on the farm next door, and I'm ridin behind him AT NIGHT and think nothing of it.
We come into the Truck Stop one Saturday night and I have pint bottle of Tequila in my hip ,pocket and we're sittin there bout midnight havin something to eat. Well in walks a few of my friends and they see me and they come over and one of them tells me the local cop, Tim, has a warrant out for my arrest. I laugh and say, "Yeah, I'm such a bad M F they want to arrest me."
Then Gary says, NO, REALLY !
I then realize that Tim the cop has come in and is sittin in the booth closest to the front door.
Well in a bit I walk up there and sit down with him in his booth. I then say, " So, I hear you have a warrant for my arrest?"
He looks up at me and says "Yeah" and thumps a piece of paper in his front pocket and says, " You forget about a ticket you got?"
I said Yes Sir I did. He then said, Can you take care of it? I said. Yes sir. I'll take care of it in the morning.
He said, OK then.
SO I go into the court to take care of it the next morning and they tell me it's gotta be handled by the courts in LUBBOCK, not locally like before.
Well, I lost my license for 3 months after payin a big fine first.
Story #2
I'm livin in Tahoe, year 1976.
I'm workin graveyard shift, midnight till 0800, as a security guard at Harrah's Casino. It was common for us to go and park at a bar after work. We would start at one in the casino and after a couple or so would go to another local bar and continue till bout noon.
Well, the little bar we liked to go to was Sam's. We would sit there and have a few beers from 10:00 till bout noon or so.
SO, one day me and this guy I worked with we called Giant, went out to Sam's.
We're sittin there drinkin a beer and we're the only ones in the joint. After bout a half hour or so these other 2 guys come in and they get a beer and go to the pool table.
They start shootin pool and drinkin beer and then one says to us, " Hey, you wanna shoot a game of pool for a beer?"
Well, Giant says he doesn't shoot pool. So I say SURE.
So I get up and get a Que and we shoot a game. I won.
He buys a beer and the bartender puts it down at my stool.
Now the guy wants to shoot another game. OK. Well, I win that one too. Bartender sets up one in front of Giant.
Come on, lets shoot another. OK. I beat him again. Bartender sets another one in front of Giant.
Now this guy is kinda pissed so he says Hey, we're shootin another game. I say, Alright.
Well, I beat him for a 4th game and the bartender puts another beer in front of my spot. Now the guy gets really mad and starts accusin me of husselin him and is refusing to pay for the beer.
Now I don't have enough money to pay for all the beer we drank first and all the beer I'd won so I don't know what I'm gonna do, then Giant turns around on his stool and tells the guy to pay the bartender and hit the road. He said "You came in here where we were mindin our own business and wanted to shoot my buddy for a beer and then you wouldn't quit. He never hustled you at all, just gave you what you ask for, a game of pool for a beer and you wouldn't quit. Now you pay the bartender and get the hell out. "
Giant stood bout 6' 8", that's why we called him that.
Needless to say they paid for the beer and left.
I never shot another game of pool for money or beer since that day. True Story guys.
That's been 48 years ago and I can see it as clear as yesterday. 53 years since the first story and still remember that one just the same. Y'all have a good night. Saw1.
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