4:15 a.m.: We plunge into the deadest, darkest segment of the night by heading east to Refugee Road, where we hope to hustle at 24-hour pool hall Cornfed Red's. We're disappointed to find it deserted other than poor Deandre Glover, who's working a miserable 3 a.m. to 11 a.m. stint.

4:15 a.m.: We plunge into the deadest, darkest segment of the night by heading east to Refugee Road, where we hope to hustle at 24-hour pool hall Cornfed Red's. We're disappointed to find it deserted other than poor Deandre Glover, who's working a miserable 3 a.m. to 11 a.m. stint.

It's not always this slow, he assures us: "You never know what might happen on any given night."

For now, though, it's just him and his Life Alert infomercial.

Jodi and I proceed to play the worst game of billiards ever. While I'd like to say we took 20 minutes to finish because we were tired, it's actually because we suck.