August 30, 2003
My boss bought us pizza for lunch yesterday, so rather than poke around the neighborhood in an effort to find food, I decided to fuck off to the lounge area for an hour just to get away from the computer. I find that if I stay near the computer, I'm tempted to work. I needed a break.
I was farting around with the pool table we have back there, just playing with myself. I decided I was going to sink whatever set of balls was dropped first, go for the other half next, then drop the 8 ball. Scott was working with some machines nearby, and saw me screwing around.
"You beating anyone over there?" he asked. "Yeah. Chris." I replied.
"That guy sucks!"
We then got into a conversation about how much Chris sucks at pool, and how anyone can kick his ass, and it wasn't at all impressive that I was beating him. Then my boss Craig walked by. "Craig dude, I'm on lunch. Want to play a game?" He said he'd be back in a few minutes, then it was on.
Some other people started talking shit about how I got myself into trouble since Craig has allegedly been known to kick some pool-flavored ass in Detroit pool halls. I emphasized the fact that I suck anyway, so it was pretty much irrelevant.
Turns out I played the best game of pool I'd ever played. I lost, of course, but not by much. I had one ball left on the table when he sank his stripes and then the 8.
I'll get you next time, Gadget.
(13:14)
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