My dad loved 5-Star whisky. I used to pick the plastic stars off the bottles and keep them in a pickle jar until I ended up filling it. Our rec room had an aquarium in the wall like a surf and turf restaurant and we had a pool table. I was 15 and it had taken me 3 years to beat my Dad at snooker. I mouthed him off after my winning shot. I bowed my stomach in just in time as he took a sweeping swing at me with his cue stick. Then he said, “Wanna play another?”
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