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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 37
The worst part happened after I got home. Sure, I enjoyed being able to lord it
over everyone while I was in the hospital. Any damned time I wanted ice cream or
popsicles, I got „em. Boom! Say the word, Billy, I‟ll go get you one. All ya gotta do is
say it, and it‟s yours! That‟s heaven for a kid, right?
Well, yeah. Kinda. Except, there I was, my first day at home, lying on the couch
with a pillow and blanket. I got to watch TV. That David thing had to sit in the kitchen
and eat with my folks. N-yeah, n-yeah, n-yeah, n-yeah, n-yeah!
Oh, but I could still smell, damn it. I could smell, and they were having pork
chops! Holy crap, did they ever smell good! I tried every con artist trick I could think of,
but Mom refused to even let me have a teensy weensy taste. I was so pissed off!
What made it worse was watching that David thing after I pitched a fit and got
turned down. The little bastard grinned at me every time he stuck a piece of pork chop in
his mouth! Every damned bite! When he finished it, the nasty little shit got another one!
The pork chop that would‟ve been mine if I hadn‟t had that stupid surgery! Little prick!
So, when the idea of having my tonsils grow back hit me, I figured I‟d lie in wait.
Sooner or later, that David thing would have to go in and have his tonsils removed!
That‟s when I‟d nail the little bastard! Plus, I‟d still have my tonsils!
This time they said it was a tumor in my throat. I heard the doctor tell Mom it
was “benign”, so I knew he was lying. Hell, it had only been there a few months. Not
even a year, and he was telling her it was almost nine years old! It ain‟t gonna be nine!
That‟s stupid! Hell, I‟m only ten, and it wasn‟t there last year!
Nobody believed me, however, so I got to do that ether trip again. Yuck! When I
got home, my throat was pretty much healed this time. That David thing was shit out of
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