I have eight-ball issues. The eight-ball hates me. I can sink all the stripes or solids with a few economical shots and suddenly I'm confronted with my spartan black nemesis. It taunts me, refusing to go in the hole, bouncing back out, trying to knock the cue ball in to kill me. Though my opponent might still have all their balls left on the table, they will sink them one by one as I blow one shot after another trying to sink that *&@!ing eight-ball. Game after game. Day after day. On and on.
I mean I'm *&@!ing cursed by the eight-ball. It's got some strong voodoo on me. I'd be a decent pool player if I could just sink that damn thing. Kill the eight-ball! Kill the fucking eight-ball!!! Aaaagh!
Okay, I feel better now.