Mike finds a guy to shoot with – a tall young, really intellectual entrepreneur who’s going to open a Glam-Camp in wine country somewhere, and I go to the bar to order us a BLT, minus the “B” since our road trip is not helping our diet. It’s only noon-ish and there aren’t a whole lot of people in “The Broken Rack,” so I don’t feel bad about it.
So I try to make our humble little road tour seem like something and scan my brain for any fact that might be impressive. “Yeah, interesting…” I start off, “we were in Santa Cruz and a woman shooter there advised Mike to document which pool halls are “women-friendly”.
Well, Pharaoh certainly related to that! He was sympathetic to the issue. “There was this woman shooting alone in here a few days ago. I noticed some guys ogling her and watched them for a while. Every time she bent over for a shot they were making inappropriate comments. I went over to them and told them in no uncertain terms to cut it out. Yeah, we don’t like that here. This place provides a good environment for women.”
After we left the pool hall, I looked at the postcard I had picked up. If you notice, in the left corner it says “Pharaoh Enterprises”. On the back is a list of all the comics that Pharaoh books! So if you’re around Berkeley, check out “The Broken Rack” and “The Monkey House” on Sunday nights. If you happen to meet Pharaoh, tell him you read about him in the article Billie wrote from her husband’s 2018 pool hall tour. Then I’ll really feel like Lois Lane.