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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 152
When my folks bought him, I wanted the little asshole returned, but they wouldn‟t
do it. I honestly had to wonder, when it came to my cat or that David thing, why they
even had to think about it. I saw it as a no-brainer. Even then, when that David thing
was sixteen and I was eighteen, I was still in favor of putting it to sleep. Admittedly, I
knew it‟d gotten so big it‟d take us all damned day to bury it.
It was way back then when I first gave that David thing a nickname. In the
beginning, I called it “Davidilyo-dum-doglo”. No idea where my youthful mind came up
with something so stupid. After a couple years, it became “Triple D”, then just “Trip”.
That version worked better than all of „em, and he never caught on as far as avoiding it.
There were more conversations than I can imagine that went just like this.
“Trip, Trip.”
“What?”
“Trip.”
“What?”
“Trip, Trip, Trip.”
“What, Goddamnit? What the fuck do you want?”
Then I‟d ignore him and walk away. That damned idiot would follow me, trying
to find out why I called him. Hell, the only reason I ever did it was to piss him off, but he
never saw that angle.
Smoking. That‟s another one. Ever since Richie Opdyke helped me get started,
I‟d been, (and, unfortunately, still am), a smoker. So, what happened when we got
caught? Oh, that was different, too.
I had to skulk around, acting like I didn‟t smoke to avoid repeats of the huge ass
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