ThisMyShiznat

I was leaving a Pool Hall in Queens New York, I had my pool stick in its case and my buddy wanted to go to another bar. I was afraid i would forget the pool stick at the bar and never see it again, so I stuck it in a bush on a side road.

Later on, we are quite drunk at 2:30AM, and stumbling back home. We walk past the bush, and I reach in to grab the pool stick, but I can’t find it.  I knew it was in there, because who in their right mind would go looking through a bush to see if some idiot stuck his pool stick in there?  I pulled out my lighter, and set it on high to give me more light as I dig around for it.   As I am crawling through the shrubbery, lighter blazing, I hear my buddy say “How are you tonight”, and I look up to see a police car with the blue lights on and the spot light right on me.  I guess they were trying to help me find the pool stick….

I crawl out of the bush and say to the officers. “Ok, I know this looks bad, but I swear, there is a pool stick in that bush.”, and I explain my story.  The cop kind gives me a look as to say “Are you shittin’ me?” and she tells me “Let’s see the pool stick” as she continues to manicure her fingernails.  So I jump back in the bush, digging around, and about 15 seconds later I jump out of the bush, with the pool que in my hand waving it over my head, and i shouted “Tah-Dah!”.

The cop just shook her head and drove off.  I thought we were going to get drunk and disorderly.  Not from the pool stick confrontation, but actually because of the noise we were making as we were telling the story to each other, just to make sure we had it straight, and uncontrolably laughing while walking back to our neighborhood at 2:30AM.

But then again, this *is* New York.