Pool Shark

I had the con down to perfection.

With my badly shaved haircut, woefully uncool clothing, and with a well trained pathetic cough at the hint of cigarette smoke, I was almost the perfect fish out of water in the seedy bars I’d frequent.

After a soft drink or two, I’d start to badly shoot some pool. And then, like clockwork, there would be someone who’d come over and goad me into a game for money, at which point I destroy them on the felt.

Like I said, I had it down. Until I pulled it in a true shark pool…