stream of consciousness

apart from craving to play some badminton or tennis for most part of the day, i wouldn't mind a few games with the local pool shark to loosen up a bit. the weather's been fickle-minded this side of new orleans, and the love handles are not waging war on retirement. this is actually how i picked up spanish, by the way... by counting the balls in the native tongue of our first encounter with the western world. that was a long time ago, almost as long as i've been playing with my stick and my balls. if you seem too drunk to pick up the cue ball, cheers matey dear, and don't hurl on my shoes.