The Chestnut

You awaken sometime the next afternoon, slumped over the pool table.

Barmaid: "Wow! I've never seen anyone play pool that well, in my 10 years here!"

You see a bunch of empty shot glasses neatly stacked in a pyramid, and somehow have $300 in your pocket that you didn't have before.

You are now the new billiards champ of Stratford.

And you vow to never drink again.