BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 101
“Terrell, my momma c‟n prob‟ly whip yo‟ fat niggah ass!”
“Terrell, ya‟ll ain‟ shit, niggah!”
Yeah, they really gave it to him. Both barrels. Terrell was apparently too
embarrassed to walk away this time. He‟d been shamed terribly in front of “the
brothers”. By a white boy. That was just too much for him to accept.
When he got up, with no coach in sight to break it up, I knew our showdown was
finally coming to pass. Granted, there were probably hundreds of places where I‟d rather
go at it with this asshole, but we don‟t always get to pick what we want. You can pick
your seat, you can pick your friends, you can even pick your nose. You can‟t pick your
family, who you‟ll fall in love with, or the time and place of things that happen in your
life.
Terrell wanted it here, and he wanted it now.
Bill decided Terrell was gonna get his wish granted.
He came charging at me like a wounded bull. Keep in mind, although I was
taller, he outweighed me. May even have more physical strength. While that may look
nice on paper, it don‟t necessarily mean shit when two guys go at it, nose to nose, seeking
blood.
As I got started, I remembered the only fight I‟d ever had with a black kid. His
name was Greg Davenport, a student at Holy Cross. He was a very black kid, and had a
mouth on him like Malcolm X. (I‟ll share something on that at the end of this part).
Greg wasn‟t so much a troublemaker as a rabble rouser. He got pissed off at me one day,
although I don‟t recall why. He hit me. In accordance with my code, I took exception.
As a result, I thoroughly beat the livin‟ shit out of him, but the first few crushing blows I
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