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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 337
again for tugging it up a little more just now! I‟ll see you as soon as we‟re finished here,
Punkin.
This old man actually climbed up on the edge of the ring, purely incensed at what
I was, or wasn‟t, doing. “Why doncha get yer fuckin‟ ass in there an‟ fight the som‟bitch,
ya fuckin‟ cowardly asshole?” He screamed it at me a yard away from my head.
I turned long enough to glance at him. “I‟m kinda busy, old man. Why don‟t you
just go fuck off, huh?” I moved away to avoid a haymaker.
“Yer just a fuckin‟ punk!” he howled. “If ya had any fuckin‟ balls, ya‟d get yer
ass in there and fuckin‟ mix it up, ya goddamned pussy!”
I rapped the other guy three sharp jabs and got the hell out of there before he
could throw a murderous response my way. A minute or so later, I was back by that
nasty old fart.
“What th‟ fuck‟re ya doin’ in there, any fuckin‟ ways, if ya ain‟t even got the
fuckin‟ balls t‟ trade no fuckin‟ punches, ya fuckin‟ punk? Ya fuckin‟ pussy!”
I stopped, turned, and walked right up to him. Taller by a good eight inches, I
jammed my gloves against my hips and stared down at him. Then, in a voice even louder
than his, I made a suggestion. “Look, you beat up, knocked around old shit for brains! If
you wanna have somebody get in close with that big motherfucker, I think it‟s time we
got your grungy old ass in the ring with him! You want that big motherfucker to be
hittin‟ on you? Well, you old fuck, do ya? Do ya?”
“Well, hell no, but ”
“Then shut the fuck up, old man! Just shut the fuck up!” I “pushed him” away
with my glove, hard enough that he landed on his nasty old ass and everyone started
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