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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 299
finish getting shitfaced. (I still don‟t know why I thought it was so much fun, but I did it
a lot, so I must‟ve liked it).
The Mama‟s boy wouldn‟t leave me alone, even when I was with my friends, so I
finally had to explain it to him. I said, if he didn‟t leave me alone, I was gonna kick his
ass right there in the bar.
That was a big thing, saying that. If I did it, I‟d need to be done in only a few
seconds. The bartender was a little guy named Frenchy, probably in his early 40s. He
was small, maybe five-seven, one-sixty, but he was a tough little bastard, all the same.
He carried a two foot billy club, or riot stick, but he really didn‟t need it, even for a guy
my size. Frenchy could kick some serious ass, and wasn‟t afraid to do it if you screwed
around in his bar.
I guess all the beers the Mama‟s boy drank that night were loaded with false
courage, because he didn‟t back away when I made my promise. It wasn‟t a threat, it was
a promise. I meant it, and I sure as hell wasn‟t gonna back away from some pudgy
Mama‟s boy with soft, white cheeks. I stood to whip his ass, wondering if Frenchy
would banish me from the bar for a week or more, even when he learned it wasn‟t me
who started it all.
Then the fat boy pulled a switchblade. “I‟ll kill ya, you motherfucker!” was his
advice to me. “Leave me alone or I‟ll fuckin‟ kill ya!.
Hmmmm? Let‟s think about this. I tell him to leave me alone or I‟ll kick his ass.
He doesn‟t believe me and keeps on pushing. So, with fair warning given, I get up to
beat some sense into this prick. In response, he pulls a very deadly weapon and tells me
to leave him alone.
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