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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 259
wanted to collect the handgun my old man tried to kill me with, which I‟ll get to pretty
soon.
My old man finally died in 1991, just six days before his eightieth birthday,
ending a long period of penance for whatever atrocities he must‟ve committed in his last
existence. I guess that shows I believe in reincarnation. When he died, since everyone
justifiably thought Mom might be suicidal, that David thing took the gun to its house.
She called and that David thing brought it over. We had nothing to say to each
other, so it stayed long enough to pet my dog, a one-hundred sixty pound girl, and left.
The only other update I had was on the drugs and booze. I learned, even at the
time of the Thanksgiving Day brouhaha, that David thing had an $8,000 per month
cocaine habit. A $25,000 yearly income falls a bit short that way, so it‟s no stretch of the
imagination to assume drug sales were a big part of its support.
That David thing evidently got past the drugs. I believe AA and NA were a big
help, from what I was told. Last I knew, that David thing was an “AA Nazi”, someone
who‟s called in with hard case drunks unwilling to follow the rules. When a court order
puts you there, one must be on one‟s best behavior. If not, they call in an “AA Nazi”
who will browbeat you into behaving.
Sounds like a good spot for that David thing. It can verbally beat up on people
and fear no retaliation. I suppose the best one to deal with a fucking crybaby is another
fucking crybaby, so it makes sense.
Last report from Mom, who died December 9 th , 1998 at 5:55 p.m., that David
thing was making a living cleaning some bar at night after it closed. As far as what it‟s
doing now, we‟re back to the difference between ignorance and apathy.
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