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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 332
As you‟ll see in the pages to follow, marriage is something I‟m really bad at
doing. Since it‟s always ended in sadness and unhappiness for both, I can‟t think of a
woman I dislike enough that I‟d decide to actually marry her. If it ever comes up, I‟ll ask
if she wouldn‟t simply prefer a vicious beating and we can call off our relationship while
she‟s healing.
That way, all the pain will be over much more quickly, and at far less cost.
As far as TJ and her connection to my fighting, it was really only my moral code
that mattered. Back then, in the late 60s, no one ever said AIDS without first saying
BAND- as part of the word. The worst things that could happen were the crabs “T” got,
or a burning in your dick indicating syphilis or gonorrhea, which necessitated a $50
doctor‟s visit and a few terribly embarrassing phone calls.
Thankfully, even that never happened to me. Of course, I haven‟t been with that
many women in my life. Not like Kareem Abdul-Jabar or Wilt Chamberlain, with lovers
in the tens of thousands. Even now, my number‟s only a little over 550, and it was barely
100 at that age. So, either I was careful, or lucky, or both, but I never had to make those
shame-ridden phone calls.
Initially, I felt bad when I‟d meet some girl down south and have sex with her. It
was as if I was actually doing something wrong, which I can now see was true. At the
time, I rationalized it. I was enjoying myself, the girls were always very happy when we
finished, and TJ would never hear about it.
That made everything okay, as I saw it.
Of course, I now realize it was a violation of trust, and I‟m a bit ashamed I let my
“little head” control the “big head”, but that‟s water over the dam by now. I guess I‟ve
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