Chapter 14

Ad held a McDermott pool stick in his right hand, standing near the far-right corner of the table. “Your play, Burke.”

Burke analyzed his remaining striped balls on the table’s green surface and realized he never really liked pool and only played the sport to spend quality time with his best bud. Truth told, after playing for the last ten years, lacking to master his game, he couldn’t do a bank shot if his life depended on it. He scratched plenty of times, causing failure during his games with Ad.

He told Ad, “Eleven in the corner pocket.”

Hunched over, manhandling the stick in his grip, he clicked its plastic tip off the cue ball, which struck ball number eleven, missing the corner pocket. No surprise.

“You suck, man. You’re the worst pool player on the planet,” Ad said, taking a sip of his beer.

“I purposely let you win to keep our relationship intact. Don’t forget you’re a sore loser.”