8 Ball

It’s 6:50 pm at Northstar Café and two bar patrons are engaged in a nail-biting game of pool. After a long debate over who would do the dishes that night, the two roommates agreed to settle the impassioned dispute over green felt. Despite his habitual ineptitude at the game, the losing roommate initiated the bet with inflated competitive hopes. Unfortunately for him, a profusion of striped pool balls remain on the table as his companion takes aim for the win. But he is similar to many of...