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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 282
I was glad I heard it in his office, since shitting your pants anywhere else would
prove very embarrassing. Okay, I didn‟t really, but it was close.
He must‟ve been right, because I got my act together after that and the bleeding
ulcer they once feared would kill me was soon gone. Completely. That was forty-two
years ago, and I haven‟t seen anything yet to indicate it was back, so now I‟m a believer.
When I‟ve done my best at anything, fuck it. We‟ll see how it all comes out later.
After all, I heard it from a doctor. They are the only ones purported to be smarter
than God. Of course, those who purport thusly are all doctors, so it leaves me with only
one option regarding medical personnel. Fuck it, or them, maybe.
While I worked for Wahl‟s Standard, there were two interesting events that
involved me. One was a tussle I never reported for what it was, and the other was an
armed robbery attempt. However, I think I got it backwards those times, since I called in
a robbery report on the tussle and never let the cops know about the armed robbery
attempt.
I worked afternoons and evening for Jim & Fred Wahl, two black guys who
opened a couple service stations in the black part of town. Jim was in his late 30s, and
he ran the place. Fred was a couple years younger and he just dicked around. I don‟t
know if he did any kind of work, but he was funny as hell and I liked him.
Although I don‟t “do guys”, Fred was also pretty good looking, according to the
women I heard talking about him, and all the foxes he brought by the station for one
reason or another. He must‟ve been prejudiced, too, since he only dated white women.
Jim was a good looking guy himself, and drove a Porsche Carrera 941, a dark
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