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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 252
David thing. They later had a little boy, Matthew, who eventually turned out to be the
most annoying little spoiled brat I can ever recall suffering.
It originally married a girl named Becky, who I have to admit, I tried to sleep with
when she left it and stayed with my then wife and me for a while. She wanted to, but my
wife was sleeping in a bedroom down the hall, so she was too afraid. After that, the
opportunity didn‟t come up again.
They divorced and it later married a little fox named Nancy Corbeil from Eaton
Rapids, a great lady. It was getting heavier and heavier into its dope, so she finally bailed
on it in disgust a few years later. I assume it made Barb a million “I‟m gonna change”
promises, because she‟s not a stupid woman, but that‟s only a guess. I wasn‟t there, and
wouldn‟t‟ve wanted to be, if asked.
At this Thanksgiving dinner, my parents were there, along with Barb and both
kids, that David thing, some guy he ran around with named Slick, my wife Nancy, my
daughter Stephanie, and my sons, Stuart and Tyler, who was two years old. We tried
watching the football game, since the Detroit Lions always play that day, but that David
thing was in rare form. I didn‟t dare tell Mom the asshole was stoned on cocaine, but
knowing it made me want to kill the son-of-a-bitch.
Everything no exceptions was hilarious to it and its friend. They both
cackled like a couple drunken chickens all afternoon. That David thing kept standing in
front of the TV on purpose, particularly during any big play, and laughed like hell when it
pissed me off. It was as stoned on cocaine as anyone I‟ve ever seen. I finally apologized
to Mom, but I said I had to leave before I killed that annoying asshole. We still hadn‟t
eaten yet.
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