First off, I'm new (lurked forever) so let me thank all the powers that be for running a great site.
Now then let's get down to business. As a kid, my father would often tell me his war stories about growing up in a Pool Hall/ Bowling Alley. The hustles, colorful characters, gambling, etc. Being a denezin of El Monte, CA that meant Five Points. He would often say that he attended Arroyo High School, but graduated from the Five Points School of F*cking lol.
Moving right along, I was mesmerized as a kid hearing stories about Alibi Al, Curly (Dice Mechanic), Joe Vissey, Keith McCready, Popcorn, Waterdoggy, and many more. I remember him pointing out Keither to me at Santa Anita. It was my 10th B-Day.
Long story short, I'd love to be regaled with any and all stories about the action scene. More importantly however is sharing the stories with my old man; of his favorite stomping grounds back in the day.
One of the first tales I heard involved Bucktooth and his trusty mop/broom handle. My pops, and most of the room emptied out on the feller getting to shoot with his shaft only. They was wrong. The 'Tooth busted the joint with broom stick. Apparently him furiously chalking the "tip" was really quite the site.
Now then let's get down to business. As a kid, my father would often tell me his war stories about growing up in a Pool Hall/ Bowling Alley. The hustles, colorful characters, gambling, etc. Being a denezin of El Monte, CA that meant Five Points. He would often say that he attended Arroyo High School, but graduated from the Five Points School of F*cking lol.
Moving right along, I was mesmerized as a kid hearing stories about Alibi Al, Curly (Dice Mechanic), Joe Vissey, Keith McCready, Popcorn, Waterdoggy, and many more. I remember him pointing out Keither to me at Santa Anita. It was my 10th B-Day.
Long story short, I'd love to be regaled with any and all stories about the action scene. More importantly however is sharing the stories with my old man; of his favorite stomping grounds back in the day.
One of the first tales I heard involved Bucktooth and his trusty mop/broom handle. My pops, and most of the room emptied out on the feller getting to shoot with his shaft only. They was wrong. The 'Tooth busted the joint with broom stick. Apparently him furiously chalking the "tip" was really quite the site.
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