Jeff sparks
Verified Member
It's the summer of 1961 I think because I'm working at Willow Springs Golf Course caddying and diving the creeks for lost golf balls during the days and working at a place called Buck's Beer Barrel on Friday and Saturday. I'm going into my senior year in high school in 62 and I was trying to make enough money to buy a car. The owner of Buck's takes a shine to me and my game of nine ball and gives me a job working the late shift at Buck's. It's a sort of recreation hall with pool tables that sold beer to the local blue collar people. It had a jukebox, two payout pinball machines, a cigarette machine, and a condom machine on the wall in the men's room. On the counter we sold red hots, ( a smokin hot type of wiener) pickled pigs feet ( for real! ) Tom's peanuts, Tom's peanut patties, Frito's, and fried pork rinds.
We had 3 pool tables, all 4x8's and a real 15 ft. Shuffleboard table against the far wall.
I was the local champ here,I could really play, or at least that's what I thought!
I beat up on all the locals every payday playing ring nine ball. $.50 on the 5 and $1.00 on the nine. I took on all comers all summer long and began to build a nice little bankroll for a h.s. kid.
One afternoon a tall kid maybe a little older than me comes in and asks if anybody wants to play some 9 ball for money. I said sure and we started playing. Now I'm sizing up this kids game and it appears he can play pretty good, but I think I'm the better player so we keep playing and I keep getting unlucky and he keeps beating me. Now I know it's just a combination of his good luck and my bad luck that's causing me to lose so when I run out of money, I empty one of the pinball machines, then the other one, then the cash register then every machine in the place including the condom machine in the men's room. When it was over and he had every cent available, I just locked the place up and went home! I went by the owners home the next day and tried my best to explain how I had lost all of my money and his also. He was a gracious man, he forgave my stupidity and I worked the rest of the summer paying back the debt. That was my very first spanking. It was administered by none other than a highly respected member right here at one pocket.org!!!!
Care to chime in here Rod and verify any of this story? Lol Buddy, there's a lot of water passed under that bridge since then, huh?
Ps. I walked a lot my senior year!
We had 3 pool tables, all 4x8's and a real 15 ft. Shuffleboard table against the far wall.
I was the local champ here,I could really play, or at least that's what I thought!
I beat up on all the locals every payday playing ring nine ball. $.50 on the 5 and $1.00 on the nine. I took on all comers all summer long and began to build a nice little bankroll for a h.s. kid.
One afternoon a tall kid maybe a little older than me comes in and asks if anybody wants to play some 9 ball for money. I said sure and we started playing. Now I'm sizing up this kids game and it appears he can play pretty good, but I think I'm the better player so we keep playing and I keep getting unlucky and he keeps beating me. Now I know it's just a combination of his good luck and my bad luck that's causing me to lose so when I run out of money, I empty one of the pinball machines, then the other one, then the cash register then every machine in the place including the condom machine in the men's room. When it was over and he had every cent available, I just locked the place up and went home! I went by the owners home the next day and tried my best to explain how I had lost all of my money and his also. He was a gracious man, he forgave my stupidity and I worked the rest of the summer paying back the debt. That was my very first spanking. It was administered by none other than a highly respected member right here at one pocket.org!!!!
Care to chime in here Rod and verify any of this story? Lol Buddy, there's a lot of water passed under that bridge since then, huh?
Ps. I walked a lot my senior year!
