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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 85
didn‟t interrupt him. I asked around and found Bob Haywood. Remember how pissed
off I was when I was born, in Chapter One? Well, Haywood was also born pissed off,
but it looked like he never got over it. He‟d be fourteen now, since I was older than all
the other kids. That seemed like a helluva long time to stay mad, but he was. Inside.
Down deep. At everyone, and most likely at himself, too.
He was talking with a pretty blonde. I later learned her name was Judy Schultz. I
wouldn‟t ever date a girl that tall. I think she was five-eleven, maybe even six-feet. A
damned tall girl, way too tall for me.
I like girls feminine, and find nothing feminine about someone almost my size.
„Sides, she was also kinda skinny. Pretty face, but skinny legs. I didn‟t see a lot of
“overgrowth” under her blouse, but didn‟t do an “advanced scope”. I knew that would
start the aforementioned tussle with Haywood, for sure.
later action.
Little did I know, she saw me, too. I guess she included me in her battle plan for
Then I found Gilbert Puente, a short little Mexican guy. Uh, maybe we need to
edit “little” out of what I just said. Short, burly Mexican guy works better. He was only
about five-six, one-sixty, and damned near all of it was muscle. I was told he placed high
in all the wrestling meets, and usually won.
Well, ain‟t this freakin‟ wonderful? I‟ve got Chouinard, only five-eight or nine,
burly as hell and tough as goddamned nails. I‟ve got Haywood, about my size and as
mean as a junkyard dog. Practically looking for a fight, and we haven‟t even met each
other. I‟ve got Puente, and he looks like a lunch guy. If you‟ve come to whip his ass, be
sure to pack a lunch. You‟re gonna be at it all day long, if you can even get the job done.
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