|10 x 1.5 x 1.5 cm|
I used to play pool a lot. Bar pool, nothing fancy, but we'd drink til 4 am and center our nights around the table. JP and I would get pretty competitive. One night at the Whiskey Ward I was playing JP and missed a shot on the 8. I slapped my cue on the table; the tip broke off. I kind of felt like an asshole, but when you are in your twenties, drunk, and lucky enough to decide that pool really matters in your life, missing a bank shot on the 8, well, really matters.