![]() It's a grey february day, and we're just hanging out in old Niagara Falls, ![]() in a bar next to the river, you know, you can look out the smoke-smeared window, ![]() and see the river across River Road, but everyone there has seen that water all their ![]() life, they don't give a shit about the river or the falls; maybe you might get a grunt or ![]() something if you talked about Love Canal, mainly cause everyone knows somebody ![]() whose property values got ruined, and my friend still points out that gash on the earth ![]() every time we drive here to this sleazy but not a biker bar here in her home town, ![]() but the real purpose of coming here is perfectly clear to us and everyone else. ![]() We shoot pool. ![]() The regulars at this bar know ![]() their real purpose too, and they get to their drinking and don't even move, so we don't ever ![]() have to fight to put quarters in the table's slot, but we stack up the quarters for at least 10 ![]() games anyways, and then we chalk the cues and then we rack the balls, and then WHOOSH ![]() we break the balls, and you ain't seen nothing until you've seen the four of us playing pool ![]() in a niagara falls bar in the middle of winter with the whole bar wishing they were us, ![]() and any guy who challenges our best wishes he'd left the old bitches alone, ![]() and we're the main entertainment, we're the whole sunday afternoon show, ![]() and we don't ever let anybody down. ![]() --Nitty ![]() |