Billiards: Jersey/Thermal

A father-son pool-contest magic yields expression for the adjective of ambition's chin.

A billiards-thesaurus limerick inspired by the pool-hall vanities expression ornamented The Color of Money (Paul Newman). Enjoy! 

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My father, somewhat estranged, challenged me to a game of Saturday's Eve billiards (pool) at a Homeland-Jersey hall for drinks and contests, and he confided in me that he'd always been a fan of pool, and he wanted to see if I'd challenge him outright for our Selfie-ages of life-linked street-confidence superstitions, and I knew I loved the table game of felt-motions of balls and stick-targets for pocket-singing of colored-shiny pieces or balls and cast myself as a story-character for fathers-sons leviathan/uncertainty. Follow along, friends!

My father knew I was perhaps trained in my wanderings in the world-society activity of billiards (pool) and wanted to test my confidence as an estranged-son and wished to tell me his special dare for challenge that Saturday's Eve; and I told him I'd always been an avid-fan of the table-sticks and balls-targets game and accepted the proposition (for the Ego!). It came down to a handful of balls/targets, and he missed his last shot, leaving me 3-ball challenges for angle-soft sinking, and I made the environment-calculator (rich!).

FATHER: So, you've made my pool challenge a fathers-sons spirits, sonny!

ME: I guess that last-shot string complemented your last-timed vanities, daddy.

FATHER: What will you do with this newfound/acquired fantasy, sonny?

ME: I guess I'll make that secret trip-wish to Brussels (Belgium) for eatery-tale!

FATHER: Well, I'll stay in the American Homeland for cinema-quarter, sonny.

ME: Selfie-like I'm like, dad (sure).

I moved to Brussels and opened a Belgian waffle eatery/dive. I had made $15M on Wall-St. during the 2009 mini-crash (Ford), when my company jumped to $1-15/share and afforded me a special capitalism 'helmet-languages' for investment-Romanticism. Wow, I knew defeating my father in billiards/pool for that Saturday's Eve memoir for story would offer me special superstitions-magic for a storyboard for my newfound capitalism-vanity image for Selfie-dodecahedrons (ha). My waffle-eatery (now!) boasted a special in-house Romanticism-angel art image for lifestyle comforts, and that pool-hall trumpet/lyric with my father for contests imprinted in me the answer to the riddle of what made capitalism/ambition a special colored-glass reading for (all!) things...quarters. Was this the Earth-dream for sportsmanship/doctorates?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)