
The squeak of the chalk cube as I apply it to the tip of my cue. The smooth cool shaft sliding through my fingers. The worn rough felt under my fingertips. The cracking thunder of a well-struck break. The chunk-chunk-chunk of the balls finding the bottom of a pocket. And "Ring of Fire" blaring on the jukebox. Ok, I could really do without that last part. But this is where I'm happy.