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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 119
Damned clothing critic!
I made one more visit to Vegas where I spent time with “T”. We went gambling,
and I fronted for both of us. We lost. A lot.
“T” had been telling me how much he hated casinos. How he didn‟t like to
gamble. He only wanted to deal. The part I didn‟t catch was when he said how tired he
was of “all these fucking people who come to Vegas and want me to be their tour guide.
I‟m sick of it.” My losses, his and ours, totaled about $2,500. Money I really couldn‟t
afford to lose. I think “T” was trying to give me a very strong hint. I wasn‟t listening, I
guess.
I tried a few times after that to reach him. He never returned my phone calls,
never answered my letters. Since they didn‟t come back as undelivered, he got „em.
Therefore, I‟ll respond here, so he knows I understand.
“T”, I got your message. I‟m fucking off. I won‟t ever bother you again.
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Another guy I remember from our group, one who was in our graduating class, is
Pete Vitums. We called him “Fat Pete”. I think I know why. He was about five-ten, and
weighed around three-hundred pounds. Personally, if I‟d been assigned to give him a
nickname, I‟d‟ve called him “Portly Pete”, but I‟m not in charge of everything in life, so I
didn‟t.
Pete weighed a little over thirteen pounds when he was born. I never asked why
he was an only child. I was surprised his Mom didn‟t smother him as a baby out of a
need for revenge.
We were all partying, drinking beer one afternoon and into the evening at the
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