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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 127
He had a great sense of humor. Although I don‟t do guys, I thought he was a
good looking kid. His basic makeup was that of a nice guy, but his complex, a “big man”
syndrome, nearly made me want to puke. He was a smart ass, which is okay in small
doses, but Buddy had only Econo-sized versions. He couldn‟t hope to back up what he
put out, and it really pissed me off.
We, meaning our group, had a party place we called “The Stuck”. If you weren‟t
careful, that‟s what happened to your car. It was part of a farmer‟s field, located in a
section of woods the farmer never cut down to plow. We had to drive back a couple
hundred yards on a dirt trail, park and walk to the clearing, which held a couple hundred
drunken kids.
In bad weather, we couldn‟t get in very far. In real bad weather, we couldn‟t get
in at all. Had to park on the road. For some reason, a quarter mile of cars on both sides
of the road would usually make the sheriff‟s deputies suspicious. They always managed
to catch us back there at such times, which is why I was smarter.
I parked half a mile away in bad weather and walked to the party.
One night we were drinking at The Stuck when Buddy got obnoxious again with a
big guy. Someone I‟d never met before. Quite honestly, I had no worry about being able
to whip this guy‟s ass, even though I was drinking. Even with the fact I‟m always scared
shitless of everyone. Like I said, that feeling always “goes poof” the instant any trouble
starts. George takes over and I stand around watching. No sense getting my brains
knocked out when George wants a piece of the guy‟s ass, right?
I watched Buddy egg him on. I watched the guy get madder and madder. If it
was a stage play, I even knew when my cue was coming. The very moment Buddy
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