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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 57
although I don‟t do guys, and a lot of fun. We even played poker a few times at his
house. I liked John.
Then, I did. Not back in school. He was “God‟s gift”, and he knew it. He was a
ninth grader. He wanted us to know it, and treat him deferentially. He could make fun of
us, but we were never allowed to make fun of him.
There was a drugstore on the corner called Warner‟s. I think it was because Mr.
Warner owned it. Right after school, that place was so full of kids you couldn‟t turn
around. Jammed. Denny and I used to go there the days we mugged purses. We‟d treat
the girls we stole from, since they had no money. Couldn‟t even buy a Cherry Coke.
around, huh?
Come to think of it, that never got me laid. Makes it look like a bad idea all
I was there one day, hoping no one would embarrass me for the same reasons all
kids are horrified to be with the crowd they want to be with. John Horaney said
something taunting to me. Everyone laughed.
To his chagrin, I said something in reply that drew even more laughter. That was
on John‟s “no-no” list, so he came over to make me apologize.
I‟d just recently started using a word I learned the very hard way when I was
younger. Seeing no adults close by, I trotted that word out and let everyone hear it.
“Fuck you, Horaney.”
Oh, wow! Super “no-no” list! You can‟t say that! Not to a ninth grader! Not
one as big as John Horaney! He‟s gonna kick your ass!
I‟m positive those were the thoughts on everyone‟s mind. Bill Cady will die in a
minute or so. He should‟ve never talked that way to John.
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