8 Ball Bet
It started innocently enough. Just another game of pool between me and my buddys from Jr. High. We were, as usual, in the basement at Mark's house after school. We most often went to his house because his Father had moved out and his mother was usually gone. Now to top of that Mark's older brother was selling the best pot in town so Mark always had the best weed. Our after school routine was to head to Marks basement, smoke 4 or 5 bong hits apiece and watch Gilligans Island or the Brady...