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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 104
hoped to take a few of „em with me before I was killed. On the good luck side, I sure
wouldn‟t need to worry about who I hit so I didn‟t accidentally hit a friend. Hell, I didn‟t
have any friends in that room. All the guys I hoped were my friends just rabbited on me.
At least, I didn‟t think I had any friends. Not at that moment.
Suddenly, I felt an arm cross my shoulders from my left side to my right. Some
incredibly strong fingers landed on my right trapezius. I heard a deep, bass voice, a black
man‟s voice, come to my rescue. “Anybody wanna fuck wi‟ mah man Cady, gonna have
t‟ fuck wi‟ me, first! Terrell ain‟t nothin‟ but a fuckin‟ punk, an‟ Cady done give „im th‟
ass whuppin‟ that niggah had comin’!”
I looked to my left and saw Alvin Mask, very possibly the meanest, nastiest guy
in the entire school. He managed to get down to 165 pounds to wrestle, and usually
placed high in the state championships. However, what he could do on a wrestling mat
wasn‟t even close to what Alvin could … and would … do to you in a street fight. Alvin
was one bad son-of-a-bitch.
I immediately voiced my disapproval of his interruption. “Alvin, Alvin!”
Of course I was pissed. I was spoiling for a fight and these idiots thought twenty-
something to one odds gave „em a fair shot at me. The damned fools!
He had twin brothers, Lonnie and Donnie. Both were in prison at the time. I
believe there were a total of five Mask bothers, all of whom spent time in prison, none of
whom I would‟ve ever wanted to screw around with.
On the heels of Alvin‟s remarks, Charley Davis and Jim Manuel stood and faced
my angry crowd. “Yeah, Alvin, Terrell‟s a fuckin‟ punk niggah. We on yo‟ side, Alvin.
Cady‟s coo‟ wi‟ me.”
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