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Long ago when I still lived in Alabama, I ended up in a pickup with a friend of my brother's (Shelby) coming back from the lake. He decided he needed, or we needed to stop at a dive bar called Charlie Brown's and it was a smoke filled, honky tonk with 6 pool tables in the back. Shelby started playing pool with a couple of rough looking pulp truck drivers. He is naturally left handed, and he was playing right handed. He kept beating the opponent by just a hair. They agreed on a final game, but only if Shelby would play left handed.
I was convinced we were going to get killed, but shy of walking home I was stuck. He managed to clean the guy out of cash, and we got out of there before the sucker realized had been hustled. I never rode with him again. Charlie Brown's was the model for the run down redneck bar. I was totally out of place.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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