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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 163
Both toilets were so blood filled the water looked like plasma. The third guy was held in
Rex‟s right hand. Rex repeatedly smashed his face into the concrete wall while making
an eerie sound. “Hee-hee-hee! Hee-hee-hee!”
We somehow managed to get hold of Rex, but it was only when we were able to
coax him into letting go that he stopped. He was so damned strong, all of us at one time
wouldn‟t‟ve been able to tear him away. When we finally saved the lives of those three
miserable bastards, we took Rex outside, got in our cars, and went somewhere else to
drink.
Rex was simply not the guy you wanted to piss off. Not unless you wanted to die.
We had another “adventure”, Rex and I. I can‟t quite give you the exact time and
location. The closest I can get is Sunday, June 15 th , 1965, at 6:15 pm, at the corner of
Robertson and Greenwood, in Lansing, Michigan. At that time, I was sixteen years old,
due to turn seventeen in six months. I hadn‟t spoken to my Dad in nearly three years,
except to insult him, beyond, “Yes”, “No”, and “I don‟t know”. You‟d be amazed how
many times you can get away from talking to someone, yet still not ignore that person,
using those words.
Okay, here come the twists of fate. My folks were I.O.O.F. members, which is
the International Order of Foresters. Something they did, I think, to find friends. I‟m
sure it had to be Mom‟s idea. My old man wouldn‟t‟ve suggested it. The Order was
having a big picnic and Mom wanted me to come along. I don‟t have any idea why, but I
asked if I could bring a guest. In her mind, it meant I‟d accepted, so she happily said yes.
She wanted to do whatever it took for me and the old man to be close again, although I
could‟ve told her that wasn‟t in any deck of cards ever printed.
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