androd
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Happy coincidence.
We decided to pass through Little Rock on our way to Houston,
arrived early evening, still light.
Went to the Little Rock Cafe on the boundary river with North Little Rock.
The rec room had a lot of customers, Bojack and Barefoot Calvin Hargrave were there, asked about Tennessee Tarzan AKA Mike Massey, were told he'd left town.
8 ball game going for a beer, I put my coin up and a couple of games later I was up, won easily and then again, next fellow was a cowboy looking guy, 6 ft 2" Cockroach killer boots, tight legged Jeans and a pearl button shirt.
Bojack and Calvin asked him for bets, I said $10's a bet with me? he said OK, but no to the rail business. His name was Curly, he was a little tipsy.
Bojack got a chance and told me you might make a score here, if you do I'm in, Yeah OK.
I won the 1st game and he racked the table and didn't offer to pay, after what Bojack said I let it go. I won the 2nd and he racked and said $20, I glanced at Bo and he was rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, I said $20's a bet
Give me the $20 you owe.
He said "if you start hassling me about money, I'll shoot your ass."
I picked up a couple of balls and the cue ball, he asked whatcha gonna do with that?
You don't look like you got a gun in them jeans, if you find one I'm going to see if you're as good a catcher as Yogi Berra.
I was pretty brave, Jimmy had the puck from the shuffle alley and had eased closer to Curly.
Bojack chimes in, what's the matter with you Curly, you looking for a fight?
Curly looks up, what do you care?
Bojack says I'll fight you for all you got, Curly says, bet and started getting money outta those tight Jeans, it was dropping on the floor and in the booth with Calvin and Bo, they started helping him count it.
I never knew how much it was, I'm sure Calvin and Bo swung with all they could. After the cash was counted and Bojack matched it, Bo said one rule Curly "No Kicking", I mean it, kicking loses the money.
Out the back door of the cafe part, there were stairs down to a level place about 20x20 the back edge sloped down to the river.
Down the gladiators went and squared off, curley took of his shirt.
There was a mob of us around the door trying to see. I got there early and had a view.
Bo jabbed him with a left and Curly came with a looping overhand right, Bo moved inside and put him in a headlock.
They tussled a minute and Curly couldn't get away. Bo's hollering give up Curly, give up, then he hit him hard in the face with his open hand, after a couple of more minutes, and a few more pops in the face Curly gives up.
Everyone goes back in the rec room, Bo's buying beers for those around him and a happy time is being had by all, even Curly wasn't really hurt.
There are booths around two sides of the room and they're pretty full, one drunk guy is going from booth to booth telling the drinkers, you know I shoulda won that money, I was middleweight champ in the navy, that guy can't fight a lick.
After making his speech to 4 or 5 booths, he got to where Curly was sitting with Calvin and Bojack, well he didn't realize that he was talking to Curly who was sitting on the end.
In a flash Curly picked this guy up and slammed him into the pool table, the guy crumpled to the floor and Curly began kicking him, A few kicks to the jaw and temple, the guy was out and helpless. It looked like he might kick an eye out.
Curly was just getting warmed up.
I have often asked myself why? I grabbed Curly from the back, my arms around him and spun him around, when I did I was looking face to face at two North Little Rock Policemen.
One said turn him loose, I did. I said I was trying to stop him from kicking the guy's eye out, I pointed to the guy part way under the pool table. Bojack said that's right officer.
The cop asked me "where you from" I said 5607 Pershing, he said OK stand over there, pointed towards the entrance to the rec room and the front door. I did.
The other cop was now bent over the victim, my guy joined him.
I looked out the door and Jimmy had the car running and the passenger door open, he was waving at me. I bailed and we were gone.
5607 Pershing was my address in houston, I hadn't wanted to say I was from out of state, so I had played dumb, the next day Bojack told me Pershing was a residential street a couple of blocks from the main drag in North Little Rock.
BTW Bo wouldn't pay the twenty bucks from the pool game that started it all.
We decided to pass through Little Rock on our way to Houston,
arrived early evening, still light.
Went to the Little Rock Cafe on the boundary river with North Little Rock.
The rec room had a lot of customers, Bojack and Barefoot Calvin Hargrave were there, asked about Tennessee Tarzan AKA Mike Massey, were told he'd left town.
8 ball game going for a beer, I put my coin up and a couple of games later I was up, won easily and then again, next fellow was a cowboy looking guy, 6 ft 2" Cockroach killer boots, tight legged Jeans and a pearl button shirt.
Bojack and Calvin asked him for bets, I said $10's a bet with me? he said OK, but no to the rail business. His name was Curly, he was a little tipsy.
Bojack got a chance and told me you might make a score here, if you do I'm in, Yeah OK.
I won the 1st game and he racked the table and didn't offer to pay, after what Bojack said I let it go. I won the 2nd and he racked and said $20, I glanced at Bo and he was rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, I said $20's a bet
Give me the $20 you owe.
He said "if you start hassling me about money, I'll shoot your ass."
I picked up a couple of balls and the cue ball, he asked whatcha gonna do with that?
You don't look like you got a gun in them jeans, if you find one I'm going to see if you're as good a catcher as Yogi Berra.
I was pretty brave, Jimmy had the puck from the shuffle alley and had eased closer to Curly.
Bojack chimes in, what's the matter with you Curly, you looking for a fight?
Curly looks up, what do you care?
Bojack says I'll fight you for all you got, Curly says, bet and started getting money outta those tight Jeans, it was dropping on the floor and in the booth with Calvin and Bo, they started helping him count it.
I never knew how much it was, I'm sure Calvin and Bo swung with all they could. After the cash was counted and Bojack matched it, Bo said one rule Curly "No Kicking", I mean it, kicking loses the money.
Out the back door of the cafe part, there were stairs down to a level place about 20x20 the back edge sloped down to the river.
Down the gladiators went and squared off, curley took of his shirt.
There was a mob of us around the door trying to see. I got there early and had a view.
Bo jabbed him with a left and Curly came with a looping overhand right, Bo moved inside and put him in a headlock.
They tussled a minute and Curly couldn't get away. Bo's hollering give up Curly, give up, then he hit him hard in the face with his open hand, after a couple of more minutes, and a few more pops in the face Curly gives up.
Everyone goes back in the rec room, Bo's buying beers for those around him and a happy time is being had by all, even Curly wasn't really hurt.
There are booths around two sides of the room and they're pretty full, one drunk guy is going from booth to booth telling the drinkers, you know I shoulda won that money, I was middleweight champ in the navy, that guy can't fight a lick.
After making his speech to 4 or 5 booths, he got to where Curly was sitting with Calvin and Bojack, well he didn't realize that he was talking to Curly who was sitting on the end.
In a flash Curly picked this guy up and slammed him into the pool table, the guy crumpled to the floor and Curly began kicking him, A few kicks to the jaw and temple, the guy was out and helpless. It looked like he might kick an eye out.
Curly was just getting warmed up.
I have often asked myself why? I grabbed Curly from the back, my arms around him and spun him around, when I did I was looking face to face at two North Little Rock Policemen.
One said turn him loose, I did. I said I was trying to stop him from kicking the guy's eye out, I pointed to the guy part way under the pool table. Bojack said that's right officer.
The cop asked me "where you from" I said 5607 Pershing, he said OK stand over there, pointed towards the entrance to the rec room and the front door. I did.
The other cop was now bent over the victim, my guy joined him.
I looked out the door and Jimmy had the car running and the passenger door open, he was waving at me. I bailed and we were gone.
5607 Pershing was my address in houston, I hadn't wanted to say I was from out of state, so I had played dumb, the next day Bojack told me Pershing was a residential street a couple of blocks from the main drag in North Little Rock.
BTW Bo wouldn't pay the twenty bucks from the pool game that started it all.
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