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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 349<br />

he wasn‟t expecting it and sunk the eight. He‟d now blown another fifty bucks and I<br />

could see he was both worried and a little bit pissed off. However, he didn‟t seem to<br />

have any idea how good I was, beyond what I‟d already shown him.<br />

He pushed for a double up, but I held it at fifty. Annoyed, getting more pissed by<br />

the minute, he racked the balls. Even though it was a lot of money, my plan was to let<br />

him win, then talk me into shooting for a hundred bucks. I‟d beat him twice at that rate,<br />

then cash in and leave. It would be a tidy profit for me and my sponsor.<br />

The best laid plans of mice and men <br />

He shot a combination in the corner, two of his balls with one of mine in between<br />

them. He made the shot, but my ball came off the rail, crossed the table, and sunk the<br />

eight.<br />

His face made me wonder if he was gonna pull a gun on me. The dude was mad<br />

as hell. Now he nearly demanded I shoot for a hundred, so I agreed. I wasn‟t planning<br />

now to let him win, but he almost did. He absolutely stopped fucking around with me<br />

and shot the best game he could.<br />

The hustler got three balls, then had no shot because my seven balls were<br />

blocking the four he had left. I shot four, was preparing to run out all seven, then missed<br />

a corner shot by the fabled silly millimeter. He ran out his three and lined up on the<br />

eight. That silly millimeter came back into play against him. His ball looked like it was<br />

going in the far corner, but it nipped the edge and sat there on the brink of the pocket.<br />

I was practically afraid to take my eyes off him by now. The man had reason to<br />

shoot me, almost, and he was pissed. <strong>At</strong> me, at himself, at the game, at the table, and<br />

pretty much everyone south and east of Oregon.<br />

Leviticus, Limited 33-0505963

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