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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 297
That family went to Holy Cross church, and I went to school with some of the
kids. They had a claim to fame I‟ll still stand behind, if the place remains open. The
Willow Bar, later DeLuca‟s, made the world‟s finest pizza. Bar none. No exceptions.
I‟ve had pizza in many places, many states, many cities, and I‟ve never found anything
that good. Never.
However, since I started drinking there circa age sixteen, pizza wasn‟t my primary
reason for being a customer. I fell in love at age seventeen with a waitress named Bunny
who worked days. She was kind of fun, and the sex was so-so, but I fell out of love not
long afterward.
I shot pool there, usually winning, and drank a lot of beer. Once in a while I‟d
pick up a girl, so there was also a sexual aspect to liking the place. Still, more than
anything else, I found other drunks to drink with. That was the real magic.
One night there was a baby faced asshole, I assume he‟d just turned the legal age
of twenty-one, and he thought we‟d become buddies. I tried subtly to convince him that
wasn‟t the case, but he was already drunk, so he stuck to his ideas. I was only nineteen
and was acting far more mature than he was, plus I wasn‟t that drunk yet. There‟s an
incredible amount of truth in the adage, “Nobody enjoys a drunk except another drunk”.
Well, Goddamnit, I wasn‟t drunk yet and he was pissing me off. Finally, sensing
he‟d never get the hint, I told him to fuck off and let me drink with my buddies. I was
swapping lies with some guys I knew from that bar and didn‟t want to spend time with
some Mama‟s boy on his first legal drunkenness.
I was also being “called on stage”.
I set a number of records, even while still in high school, for drinking. My
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