It all began on a chilly fall night. The sky was darker then my dad’s morning coffee and there was a slight wind that had a razor bite. We were all downstairs, plotting out the night ahead of us. It was the usual gang, Justin, Jon, Brett, and I, my parents were out so we didn’t have to stress about making too much noise. We first played epic Chinese ping pong, then we moved on to building a stupendous bonfire… it was really hot to say the least, next on our list was a relaxing hot tub while our favorite tunes played on the stereo. From there, we then decided to go my room and play air-hockey; we had a disagreement about the last goal so I thought it would be a great idea to settle it with a game of billiards. The game was going quit well if do say myself, it was point after point on both sides. All players were showing great fineness with a hint of style. When it was nearing the end, both teams had one more ball until the black ball… that is when we seemed to have lost our touch. We went from heroes to zeros in a blink of an eye… no one was able to sink ether one of the balls. At first we started to get angry, then it evolved into depression, and finally we just started slightly laughing.  It was perfect, the ball was right in line with the pocket, not too far away ether, I went to take the shot… I hit the ball on the side and it whimpered away an inch or two from my queue! It was like we were all poisoned with gas because all of us just fell to the ground and laughed! Afterwards we just lay there and agreed on a draw.