Quick Hustle?

Quick story. I was in the Navy, 1963, Hamburger Canyon (nickname for the main drag), San Diego. I feels the need to hustle some pool and some poor tuna. Man, I'm in luck, manna from heaven, some old geezer with only one eye, smoke curling up from cigarette making onliest eye water, and he asks if I want to shoot a little eight ball for money. I can't believe my good fortune. He's gotta be 75, emaciated, bent over, half-blind, and one of my instructors has just recently told me it requires two eyes for depth perception. Oh Lord, forgive me for taking advantage of the infirm. Education is expensive, but it only cost me $50 to find out that the depth perception info was flawed, even with a steady stream of smoke making the onliest eye water continuously, the balls still will go in the hole, and tuna comes in a can.