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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 291
Then I hit some cash flow problems. Too much partying. More of that than I had
money to spend. Oh, what to do, what to do?
I came upon a brilliant scheme. I‟d just steal it and then I‟d have enough money
for the partying I wanted. My first mistake was the kind of stealing I was doing. My
second was the way I did it. My third was where I did it. However, at times I‟ve been
known to have a run of luck I really didn‟t deserve. This was one of those times.
The other similar event was when Denny and I were mugging the girls‟ purses for
almost two years. Only dumb luck kept us from getting caught, then bounced out of the
parochial system, and probably right into juvenile detention.
Lord knows I didn‟t need that. The courts, and Family Protective Services, had
already forced me into three stints with a child psychologist, the first one when I was
eight years old. If you can believe it, they actually tried to tell me I was doing wrong
when I‟d hit that David thing, with or without a reason.
I always acted like I was buying their line of bullshit for a few weeks, or even
months, until they‟d say I was cured. Then, I‟d hurry home and smack that dumb little
bastard for causing me all that goddamned grief. Little prick, anyway.
My crimes were what‟s known as a B&E, Breaking and Entering, although I
never “broke in”. Maybe that would‟ve reduced it to unlawful entry. Except.
Yeah, there‟s always an “except”, right? I knew, since I helped build that first set
of apartments, how to get in. I made a sort of master key and, if that didn‟t work, could
often pick the locks. Better yet, a lot of people were so stupid, they‟d leave the apartment
door unlocked and go to bed. Opportunity was knocking for Bill, but I never knocked on
those doors. I only tiptoed around to get what I wanted.
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