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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 210
His eyes closed into slits. “I‟m gonna kill you, motherfucker!”
“Ahh, so it is your mom. Funny, I don‟t usually do old babes, and she‟s gotta be
in her forties, at least.” I was playing my hole card out of desperation. I knew this guy
had been trained to fully discombooberate me in about nine seconds, so I was hoping to
get him mad. Really mad.
Just as it is in the ring, it holds true in a street fight. Get a guy pissed off and he‟ll
react with emotions, instead of what he‟s been trained to do. If I got this dude really
yanked off, maybe I had a chance. Not a good chance, mind you, but a chance, all the
same.
Then, it happened. You‟ve had this feeling before, but this should remind you
what it was like. You step into an elevator. You‟re the one closest to the door. Your
appointment is near the top, maybe the ninth floor, so you push that button. The elevator
stops at the third floor, not your spot. From behind you, you sense someone is there,
suddenly. Not a word‟s been spoken, but you can almost feel the person behind you.
Your body subconsciously adjusts, rotating your shoulders a bit to the left, but
your feet don‟t move at all. The person, guy or girl, moves forward, goes past you.
There may possibly be a gentle brush against each other, but more likely you don‟t even
touch. Finally, without a word, that person is past you, walking away to his or her
destination, and the doors close again as your shoulders return to normal.
That‟s how it was with me at that moment. George felt the call to defend me and
got off at that floor. He was now in my chair, and I was fifteen feet away, my arm on the
bar, wondering if I could possibly get another drink. I knew I wouldn‟t get one, though,
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