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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 227
While there were five who remembered it, Bill Palmer, Bob Kendregan, me and
two guys I can‟t recall, I‟m led to believe the delivery is equally important. Evidently the
kids liked my way best, as I was almost always the one called on to recite it.
The story was later plagiarized and made into a multi-million selling song, I
believe in 1978, called “Stag-o-lee”.
There‟s a history of it at www.stagoleeshotbilly.com, if you‟re interested.
That said, I was called on, and I performed as requested, standing atop a huge
fallen tree. I was about three feet off the ground, in the dark except for the bonfire we
had going a few yards behind me. When I finished, I started mingling with the crowd,
receiving praise for being able to remember it. Of course, what I hoped was to have
some girl come up to praise me, whereupon I‟d steal a kiss and hope it led to an episode
in the bushes, but not near any poison ivy.
In a takeoff on what Mom used to say, “that‟s where hoped gets you”.
What I attained was the fervent attention of a guy named Ken Carr, a man of age,
as he was twenty-one. I was eighteen at the time, and I‟d bought beer for Ken, with a fee,
for about three years before he turned old enough to buy it himself. Ken was about five-
nine, one-fifty, average build. He had a reddened face and acne scars, but that wasn‟t
totally unusual at his age. He was drunk as hell and had an idea.
Lord, spare us these people with ideas, please?
He‟d heard I was quite a decent boxer, he said, and wanted to congratulate me on
being so good. I didn‟t see where that was relevant to anything, but I thanked him and
tried to get away. There were still a couple of girls nearby, and I knew they were all VE,
(Vaginally Equipped). I truly wanted to get laid, if at all possible.
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