| later:M. was completely plastered by the time I got to the cantina. Had two friends with him, A and P who were playing pool for rounds of beer. I played once and lost by one ball -- the EIGHT (I only had one more to go when I blew it). Sixty pesos and fifty centavos. M got pissed 'cause I got on so well with his buddies. Went away and cried in the jukebox. Yelled at me when I left -- "You're stealing my friends!" But they stayed with him, of course, and I came home alone. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||