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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 256
That David thing never once thanked me for going to all this trouble. It did,
however, need a place to stay. From a sense of obligation to Mom, I told it I‟d let it stay
with us for a while, but there were some conditions. I had two little kids, eight and seven,
in my house now. No drugs of any kind. None. No exceptions, and none of his druggie
friends were to come to the house. I added the “no drugs” rule meant he wouldn‟t have
any on my property, and he wouldn‟t be on my property if he‟d been using them.
That David thing seemed to think we were in negotiations somehow, so it made a
counter offer. No chemicals of any kind, but it had to have the marijuana. That was non-
negotiable, it told me.
I asked, “What the fuck part of „no fucking drugs at all‟ are you having so much
trouble understanding? I said no drugs, and I meant it. No drugs at all. None, under any
conditions.”
That didn‟t sit well with that David thing, and it was quiet most of the way to my
house. Nancy had taken the kids somewhere, figuring I‟d need some time with good ol‟
shit-for-brains to explain the ground rules. She was right. I didn‟t seem to be getting
through to that drug hazed mind.
After we discussed it a while, with me not even budging on my position, that
David thing went out and sat in the side yard for about an hour. Then it came back inside
with a battle plan. “You probably shouldn‟t‟ve even picked me up.”
“You‟re probably right, but I did, so here we are. You know the rules if you
wanna stay here, so what‟s it gonna be?”
“I think I‟ll just do what I was gonna do. I‟m gonna kill myself. I can‟t stand it
anymore. Not like this.”
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