[Crowbob]

In college me and the peeps would venture into the town on the boundary west of East Lansing which would be Lansing and shoot some pool on a local bar table at Liquor Food downtown. The neon sign was partially burned and the only words to light up were Liquor Food so that’s what we called the place. The two guys I was with had spent the last two years assembling cars, saving for college and shooting pool all night. They were good.

So everybody’s three sheets to the wind and a local dude and his crew come in wanting to shoot some stick for money. I step back of course. The night goes on, some money goes back and forth then all of a sudden some guy tells me to hold the pile of money to get it off the table. Pretty soon voices got loud. Some shoving happens and next thing I know the local is flying backwards, landing spread Eagle on the table. Out cold.

Liquor Food goes silent except for the Silver Bullet Band on the juke box.

We three look around and I decide the bettor part of valor was to solemnly put the pile of money back on the table and quietly walk out. None of us never did figure out what happened. But we all lived to tell about it so it was all good.