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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 196
Hmmm? I began to sense noncompliance. Perhaps even just a tinge of shitty
attitude. “Okay, you wanna try it, motherfucker?” Screw those cops. I‟m pissed now.
I‟ll mess these assholes up as best I can and hope I‟m in the house when the cops show
up.
The one behind, whom I learned a bit later was named Danny, also carried an
implement I didn‟t see was germane to worm hunting. A ball-peen hammer. I found out
about it when he threw it at me and it whirled like a boomerang. I ducked and it sailed an
inch or two above my head. If it‟d hit me, the damage would‟ve been pretty serious.
It didn't hit me, but it slammed into the door of my car. He might as well have hit
my Mom. “You motherfuckers are dead!” I screamed. “I‟m getting‟ my brother and
we‟re gonna kick your fuckin’ asses!”
Only my drunkenness could‟ve caused me to think of that David thing as an ally
in something like this, but he was bigger than me, so maybe that‟s why I said it. I ran
into the house, turned left, and was at his bed in two steps. (Damned small house).
“Trip, get your ass up, man! I need your help!”
He was out of it. “Huh? What?”
While I yelled at him a moment longer, it appears “Fast Fred” had already been
up and was waiting for me. Either that, or he awakened easily. He‟d slipped on pants
and his jacket, along with his slippers. Then he went across the street.
Who knows? Maybe he was doing his fatherly duty, trying to keep my drunken
ass out of jail. After all, if I was arrested, again, he knew Mom would bail me out, and
they never had any extra money. Especially not for things like bail.
I went back to the rental house front yard. Curt Brown was standing near the
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