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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 148
I started going back through the “differences”. All the things for which I suffered
and that little prick gained. At no cost to him. Nasty, whining little shit.
Curfews? That‟s one bone of contention. Remember, that David thing was two
years younger. When I was fifteen, I had curfews worse than the girls I went to school
with. I‟m not kidding. I had my choice, sort of. Friday and Saturday nights. I could
stay out until ten one night, had to be in at nine on the other.
Why, I wondered? Damn it, nothing gets done before nine at the earliest, usually
ten or eleven. When you count travel time, even if I leave early, I‟m screwed. Oh, and
what about dating? How cool is it for a guy to take a girl somewhere, not considering the
transportation end with a kid too young for a license, who doesn‟t have a car, when you
have a curfew? Especially when I have to be home before she does? You know, we go
to a movie that starts at 8:30, but I have to be home by ten, so we miss the last half hour
so I don‟t get in trouble? That sucks.
It also had a “minor effect” on “the goal” … getting laid. So “minor”, it didn‟t
happen. The goal, I mean. I stewed over it for quite a while, then had some help when I
needed to make the decision. My help was in the form of Stroh’s beer.
The favorites in our group, starting when I was fifteen, were Stroh’s, #1, Pabst,
(PBR), #2, with Bud holding on at #3. Later, Coor‟s made a showing, but it was a very
brief fad. Stroh’s was tauntingly referred to by people as “Dee-troit river water”. It was
my favorite, but only for a short period of time.
They sold out later and changed the beer quite a bit, to the point I didn‟t like the
taste. So, while I started out as a loyal Stroh’s fan, to the point I have six years of
Leviticus, Limited 33-0505963