Ode To Ronnie I remember one day as a teenager, hanging at the pool room, I met a hustler named Ronnie. His game was billiards and I watched him make bucks. He taught me how to hold the cue stick, put english on the cue ball, and make bank shots, Soon, I became one of the pool sharks on the block; I've known many black hustlers, who were my mentors. Each one had a profound effect upon me; Many black men are geniuses who have been relegated to the street level. Among them, my friend and mentor, Ronnie.