Dark Room: Billiards/Theme

A Story by Abishai100

A New Orleans couple discover self-consciousness for aim/insight for competition's 'bread-fantasy' of life quality.

A values-driven American psyche tale, very-loosely drawn from the competition-sentimentalism in the American billiards-halls 'consciousness' film The Color of Money (Martin Scorsese).

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Amlan was in New Orleans with his finacee (Ezzy) when he noted that a special billiards room bearded man wanted to become a mentor-figure during that season of Mardi-Gras revelry reminding Amlan why Americans liked social streets-festivities for the Ego (like Halloween!).

The man insisted he teach Amlan about delicate links between Machiavelli and Adam Smith and how billiards caught the angles and chance-mathematics of ball motions for 'strategy-fantasy' of position and placements/falls/causality. Wow, Amlan was impressed and started thinking of his own father and told the man he wanted to become his special 'disciple' for billiards. The man agreed happily to do so but would have to be defeated in a game before he took Amlan on as a pupil, which is precisely what had occurred that season in New Orleans (sure).

MENTOR: I had the 5 shots pegged and just missed final-2, eh?

AMLAN: Ezzy noticed and cheered when I sank my final-3 straightly (ha!).

MENTOR: You've proved your son-like youth; I've conferred my quiet-brain.

AMLAN: So, you'll teach me everything about pool/billiards for Mardi-Gras.

MENTOR: That's what life's about, sonny...incomplete-IQ for weapons.

EZZY: Art!

Well, Amlan made Ezzy some Irish curry-stew for Saint Patrick's Day and recounted his 'class-fantasy' for American billiards playspace in lovely New Orleans now that he'd become something of a street-maestro for those annals of wrought images of incomplete-IQ...for leviathan/receivers.