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

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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 334<br />

one red with a white stripe, the other white with a red stripe. Whichever the other guy<br />

wore, if he had trunks, I put on the opposite.<br />

I also had boxing shoes, which gave me much better foot control. I could slide<br />

easier when needed, but had all the traction I wanted. It actually improved my speed in<br />

the ring, making things all that much easier. Of course, since I had no pockets then, I had<br />

to hide everything in my car. I put it under the back seat. I‟d be in a world of hurt if<br />

someone stole all my money while I was in the ring.<br />

When you drift into town and people know you won‟t be staying, you don‟t really<br />

have any friends. Not anyone you can count on, anyway.<br />

I was wearing my white trunks when I fought the big fat guy, and he almost<br />

pissed me off with what he was doing. Remember, that was one of my tactics, piss a guy<br />

off so he‟d stop thinking and act on emotion. That way, I could beat the shit out of him<br />

before he realized his mistake. I caught myself in time, but what he was doing was pretty<br />

disgusting. With his nose all bloody like that, leaking blood all during each round, that<br />

asshole would lean my way and sneeze! On purpose! What a prick!<br />

I was afraid he‟d get blood all over my nice, white trunks, which would mean Bill<br />

would be forced to sit in some sleazy Laundromat to get them clean again. So, I changed<br />

my tactics a little. Every time he‟d come at me and lean ahead, my left hand would swat<br />

his glove and knock it down toward his feet. <strong>At</strong> the same moment, I‟d uncork a right that<br />

wasn‟t enough to knock him down with the cross angle, but I know damned well it hurt<br />

when I hit him. Finally, with my gloves so bloody from his nose I had to go to my corner<br />

to wipe „em off, he got the idea and quit sneezing on me.<br />

The crowd, as I expected, wasn‟t all that happy with me. Sure, I was easily<br />

Leviticus, Limited 33-0505963

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