A man at the Teepee is good at pool. We watch him win against someone who's almost as good. No balls left on the table after the game - that's how you know it's an even match. To do a thing of no consequence well - to perfect a skill - like someone who cooks perfect eggs, someone who parallel parks in one fluid motion - to learn to do something well for the pleasure of doing it.
We watch him win and at the start of the next match he says,"Good luck." He has long hair and an old black t-shirt on. Someone snickers when he says good luck - and suddenly his saying it is conceited, but an earned conceit, but conceited. He pauses in chalking his cue, and says to the people on the bar stools, "I really mean it. I always say that at the beginning of a match."
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