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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 350
by then.
I ran my three, since there was nothing in the way, and the eight was duck soup
Surprisingly, he was the one who called it off. He paid me and left, shaking his
head in disgust.
retirement.
or what?”
I was smiling, wondering if I hadn‟t just put a hustler manqué into a forced
My sponsor showed up with a big grin. “Damn, dude, ya‟ll some kind o‟ hustler,
“Naw,” I told him, shaking my head, “I just got lucky. Here, this is your cut.” I
handed him ninety dollars, the 50% we agreed on at the start.
He shook his head, then gave me a baffled look. “This heah ain‟t right.”
“Yeah, sure it is.” I went back over the history of it, showing him how I got the
total to $180.00, and kept half, $90.00 for me and the same for him.
He saw it differently. He insisted the money backing each game was his, meaning
only $90.00 was “winnings”, and I was only entitled to forty-five bucks.
In case he hadn‟t heard it, I explained how Mom didn‟t raise any foolish children
until she got to that David thing, but he started getting angry. Then he accused me of
trying to cheat him.
I saw the whole thing getting out of line, way out of line, and was tempted to just
shove all the money at him and tell him to fuck off. All I was out so far was the price of
my meal and a couple beers, maybe five or six bucks. Then the principle of the damned
thing struck me and I decided not to give in. Hell, for all I knew, he was only pretending
to be stupid so he could screw me out of half my money.
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