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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 226
days. So, we‟d turn left on Columbia Highway and the entrance was only a couple
hundred yards down, on our left.
With all that info, if the farmer hasn‟t turned it into tillable land yet, you can go
have a grasser, like we did. Of course, if you‟re old enough to want to read this, you‟re
probably well past grassers by now, but at least I gave you the information. If you do go
out there, let me know if there‟s still a big patch of poison ivy at the north side of the
clearing. “T” Townsend was bragging to us one night about just meeting a girl and then
taking her back into the bushes for some wild sex.
It turns out their two person orgy was conducted in a patch of poison ivy. I‟m not
sure what “T” told his parents about his badly infected knees, lower legs, the tops of his
feet and both forearms. Still, I‟d‟ve loved to hear what the girl told her parents. She‟d‟ve
been a mess from her ankles to her neck in back.
So, we were at “The Stuck” drinking beer. There were only five of us in the
entire crowd who could remember a vulgar, filthy, extremely funny poem called
Stackely. The entire group of kids, male and female, loved it for entertainment.
Bill Palmer and, I believe, Bob Kendregan, brought it back to us after a trip to
California, circa 1964 or 1965, where they allegedly heard it from an LA chapter of the
Hell‟s Angels. Believe it or not, I heard it once and had it totally memorized. Of course,
since it‟s mostly just vulgar words, if you can remember the story line, it‟s not that hard
to do.
I‟ll include it at the end of this chapter. If you want to read it, after my warning,
go ahead. I‟m sure you‟ll get a kick out of it. If not, when you get to the poem, just go
on to the next chapter. There won‟t be anything after that for you to miss.
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