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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 41
days, I still strongly sensed Connie was connected with whatever the solution might be.
Now that I had balls, I mean. As we talked, Bob came out of the house yelling, ticked off
about something she, or someone else, might‟ve done. When he screamed at Connie, she
screamed back. Following what I assume was family history when an idiot bitch gets
rebellious, Bob whacked her in the face with his fist.
He shouldn‟t oughta had done that.
Not thinking about reality, I acted. Of course, I knew Bob was a tough guy. I
knew he‟d already whipped the asses of all the tough guys at Otto, and Otto was a
damned tough school. I knew Bob was older, taller, heavier, experienced with fistfights.
All I had was my victory over Tommy Franklin, and one time I pounded the piss
out of Richie Opdyke a couple years later, when he hit me.
If I‟d stopped to think how bad I was going to get my skinny ass kicked, I‟m sure
I‟d‟ve merely tried to help Connie escape. After all, I‟m no idiot, right? I‟m sure as hell
nobody‟s stupid hero. Not me, boy. That stuff‟s for dummies.
So, knowing all that, but not thinking about any of it, I climbed ol‟ Bob like he
had a set of stairs on him. My fists were swinging a mile a minute. I pounded every
square inch of his body I could find. Finally, at the point my skinny little ass should‟ve
been stomped so bad it would be unrecognizable, Bob begged me to stop hitting him.
I almost crapped my pants when I realized I‟d won! I just stood there, my mind
whirring to think of an apology to appease him so he didn‟t get up and beat the tar out of
me. Bob got up. A voice came out of my mouth telling him now he had to apologize to
Connie.
To my astonishment, he did.
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