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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 94
Actually, I guess it was that morning. It was now after three. We had to be up at seven
in order to get there on time for school.
He insisted I was going to school and would get me up himself in about four more
hours. He did, the son-of-a-bitch. Made me clean up and go to school, just like I wasn‟t
really dying, although I was. If my folks had even tried to make me eat, all it would've
accomplished was a new series of dry heaves, so they didn‟t.
They let the school nurse do it for them.
I never even went to my homeroom class. I went straight to the nurse‟s station,
where she wanted me to eat something. When I finished dry heaving and crawled back to
the cot, I laid and moaned like I really should‟ve been at death‟s door.
Later, in sparing doses, I was able to take down some chocolate milk, so she
ended up giving me four, altogether. It would take half an hour to drink a half pint,
another half hour of nausea working to keep it down. Half an hour later, I‟d want
another, and the cycle would start anew.
My folks made it worse that day. They did it on purpose. Mom wasn‟t there to
pick me up. I had to walk home, all the goddamned way. I checked MapQuest, and it
says the distance is 1.96 miles. Well, the day I walked it with a hangover that would
knock a Missouri mule on its ass, it was 19.6 miles, maybe more!
I dry heaved a dozen times, at least, then made it to the house and literally
crawled into my bed. I never wanted to drink any form of alcohol again as long as I
lived. Damn, I wish that resolve had stayed with me. It would‟ve saved me a lot of
money, even more trouble in my life, and a great deal of pain to many who loved me at
one time or another.
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