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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 158
own local legend, JC Chouinard, might‟ve backed down before facing a monster like
Dave Porter. The guy was scary.
When Porter got out of the car, Dave and Dan Chouinard both recognized him
immediately. I‟d be willing to bet they were desperately trying to think of some way to
amicably solve this situation. I mean, come on, he‟s Dave Fucking Porter, for Christ‟s
sake! Porter was heading for their car with a pissed off look on his face. The time for
reconciliation was gone. Some dumb son-of-a-bitch was about to have his ass handed to
him in a crumpled bag.
That‟s when Rex, who somehow managed to squeeze into the back of Dave‟s
Ford, got out of the car. He stood up, and stood up, and stood up, then finished standing
up. Six-nine, three-twenty-five.
Porter stopped. Looked at Rex. Shook his head. “Fuck it. I ain‟t takin‟ on that
big motherfucker!” He got back in his friend‟s car and they drove off. Rex was good at
preventing fights. It‟s as if he had a knack, ya know?
On two occasions I sat in a bar drinking with Rex. One I only include because it
was so unique. A lasting time in my memory. It was the weekend of the 1965 state
wrestling championships, held at Eastern High School. We‟d been in and out all day,
making sure we were present whenever someone we knew wrestled.
Buddy Frahm was complaining it was only because he‟d injured his leg … I think
it was the right one … he wasn‟t in there competing at whatever pissy little weight class
he was in. 112 pounds, maybe. I told him if he didn‟t shut the fuck up, I‟d be happy to
completely break his other fuckin‟ leg and he‟d have an excuse all ready to go for next
year, too.
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