Town-Billiards: Earth Redox

A Story by Abishai100

Can Summer Friday billiards intersections of Earthlings offer expression of things 'shorthand' (for everyday-consciousness)?

Earthling culture portrait/fiction.

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Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian American citizen of South Jersey, had frequented his billiards-hall on Friday eves and wanted something cool one particular June-'25 Summer weekend to challenge some patron/visitor/amateur/marksman on a pool-table to make for an Earthling personage mirror-story for his journal. What would he find (Facebook-like)?

MR. ARM: Good to be here, competing with ya, Satan.

AMLAN: 'Satan' is a Slovak surname; I'm Slovak-Algerian.

MR. ARM: You sure are a 'devil' at pool, sir.

AMLAN: Thanx...I defeated my father once; he was a shark!

MR. ARM: That's Earth-Selfie, Satan...Selfie-revelations.

AMLAN: Where you from, challenger?

MR. ARM: Hey, you're 2-games up on me; I need focus.

AMLAN: Secret man, eh (Facebook-like)?

MR. ARM: Ha, I've won Game-3, so let's call it ends, Satan.

AMLAN: You said it (cool!).

MR. ARM: Buy me a Corona, friend?

AMLAN: You said it (cool!).

MR. ARM: I'm from Belfast (IRA-dreams).

AMLAN: What?
MR. ARM: We're both paternally meditative, Satan.

AMLAN: Ha, we both compete with Fatherland-IQ.

MR. ARM: Must've been something to down dad in billiards?

AMLAN: What, and you dream of Margaret Thatcher and Parliament.

MR. ARM: You said it, cool (Facebook-like).

That was the magic of Earth, and Amlan found it incidentally at a billiards-room in South Jersey one June-Friday, crossing path with the mystery-visitor ('Mr. Arm') who had some claim with some underground activity, or so it seemed. Amlan wondered if he was just waxing Romanticism about Earthling matrices with Corona (ha). Amlan left the pool-hall that night...content that what he'd found was simplified sportsmanship-windows of the composition of our Blue Planet jars of hyperbole...for reductionism (or Selfie-art).