XIX. BILLIARDS
CRASH!
Billiard balls scattered throughout the ornate antique pool table made of Brazilian rosewood, the one and twelve balls disappearing into corner pockets. The sound of the break echoed throughout the 2,200 square-foot basement, which housed the pool table, three stools, a cue rack with eight custom cues – and nothing else.
An invisible voice spoke to the guitar God: “It is not necessary, Charlie. This interview. This reporter.”
“I need to document my life, Shield.”
“This will be done by many… After you return to the utopian dimension.”
“That won’t be my words.”
“Your destiny is nearly complete, Charles. This is all that matters. You will leave this world a better place because of your destiny.”
“How is it a better place? I play guitar. How does that really help
