RIP Fast Eddie
Last night, I stumbled upon a pool table in a hotel lobby on the Lower East Side.
Somehow, I managed to run the table, taking four opponents down before scratching in a final game of 9-ball. It'd been at least a year since the last time I chalked up a cue stick, but there are some things in life you never stop loving, even after a long absence. Paul Newman was the same for me. I remember standing in front of the kitchen TV one night when I was maybe 17, mesmerized by his performance in The Hustler. I couldn't get over it, or him, and I imagine I never will.