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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 128
would decide he was an inch or two from getting his ass handed to him in a bag and
suggest I step in and trade punches with this freakin‟ monster.
My thoughts were, Fuck that shit. My Mom didn‟t raise any stupid children until
she got to my younger brother, that David thing, whereupon she went crazy and did it up
brown.
Buddy looked at me, right on time. With stopwatch precision. “Cady, you gonna
take that shit from this prick?”
With a big smile, I said, “Yup. Go ahead, Buddy, you handle this asshole.”
The big guy was confused. “You ain‟t gonna step in?”
I shook my head. “Naw, not unless I think you‟re gonna kill the little fucker. Go
ahead, guys, have at it.” With that, I took a slug from my beer and watched Buddy
Frahm get the shit knocked out of him. The guy stopped pounding on him before there
was any permanent damage. No teeth lost, no mortal wounds. He‟d be sore and achy a
couple of days, then go back to being a mouthy little asshole.
When Frahm got up I told him, “You can handle your own shit from now on,
okay, you little prick?” Then I went to drink with someone I liked.
I wasn‟t sure who it would be, but I knew the first person I recognized would be
someone I liked better than Buddy Frahm.
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There was another girl I liked, and I feel I was a failure of sorts with her. If I‟m
right, it was certainly more my loss than hers. Her name was Mary Boothe. I‟m sure
some guy snapped her up right after high school, taking advantage of the opportunity I
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