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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 287
included my alleged nemesis, Terrell, the black guy I tussled with after gym class who
lost most of his face going through that window.
I went out to wait on a customer at the pumps one day. I could see from the car, a
sleazy old four-door Olds Ninety-Eight, the driver was one of the typical blacks from the
neighborhood. Only when I got to the door did I notice it was Terrell.
He glanced at me, then looked away, but it gave me time to see the long white
scar, a jagged streak running all across his face, starting well above his right eye to past
the point of his chin on the left. “Two dollah woof,” he instructed me before turning
back to the fat black girl he had as a passenger. He was really trying to talk his shit to her
and impress her with what a man he was.
Personally, she fit a phrase I find I have to use once in a while to “classify” a
woman. “Not with my dick”. No way in hell would I ever dare disrespect my penis
enough to put it in something that fat and ugly. I didn‟t really want his business, and his
attitude pissed me off. “Mind tellin‟ me who fucked up your face like that, nigger?”
He spun around like a dog who‟s just felt a nasty flea bite and looked at me. It
only took him a few seconds to recall who I was. His hand grabbed the door, as if he was
coming out to stomp my white ass for being so impertinent.
are.”
“C‟mon, Terrell, get out here and fuck me up, asshole. I‟m ready whenever you
He just glared at me, so I motioned with my fingers. “
C‟mon, Terrell, I ain‟t whipped a nigger‟s ass all day long. You‟ll be the first,
motherfucker. Let‟s go.”
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