 | Ten years later Rick has grown to become a handsome well groomed young man. At 21 years old, he now attends New York Institute of Technology, located in Manhattan, where he's studying mechanical engineering. Rick's first love was flying. But because of a car accident he had when he was 14 years old, he couldn't fly military. He suffered a broken leg and collar bone. His leg wasn't set one hundred percent. |
He almost cried the day the Air Force recruiter told him to forget flying. The recruiter told him that they didn't accept people with broken bones to fly fighter jets. " .... buddy, sometimes people with previous broken bones can feel it when they fly. I know of people that broke there bones some fifteen years ago and they can feel a twitch in that bone when they fly. These are pilots that broke something during their career, not before, so they are still allowed to fly. Buddy, picture this, you are flying a 30 million dollar tax payer paid jet. All of a sudden you are in a nose dive and you feel a twitch in your leg or arm. It starts to hurt real bad because of the gee's you are pulling and you can't pull out of the dive. Buddy you are in serious trouble!". The recruiter then went on to say, depending on how Rick did in his physical, he might fly cargo or helicopters. This turned Rick off. His goal was to fly fighter jets. And he didn't want to hear any maybe. Rick thought about his bad leg and made his mind up that he was going to have to go another route.
He started to investigate some flying colleges around the U.S. He became particularly interested in one in Florida. The school was Embery Riddle. His parents ruled it out because it was too expensive. Rick then decided he was going to study Aerospace Engineering. It was the next best thing to flying for now. If you can't fly them, then at least study them. As the semesters went by Rick had the opportunity to go to career fairs and speak to recruiters about engineering and summer internships. A few recruiters advised him not to study aerospace engineering because the market was weak for aerospace engineering. One recruiter from Gruman Aerospace strongly advised Rick to study mechanical engineering while minoring in aerospace. He advised Rick that the market for mechanical engineering was much broader than aerospace. The problem with aerospace engineering was that many of the aerospace companies worked off government contracts. Companies such as Gruman, Lockhead, Raytheon, McDonald Douglas and Boeing. As soon as congress decided to scrub a project then the company in which it affected would just lay people off, which included many aerospace engineers.
Rick decided to live home while attending college because his father and older cousin talked him into staying home. They claimed that going away to college was a waste of money. His cousin was attending college also while living home. Rick would commute to school every day on the subway, and he hated it. He felt as though he was still in high school and had plans to transfer to the State University of New York at Buffalo the next academic year. Most of Ricks friend went away to college or the armed forces. He felt his life was boring because his school had a small amount of females and he spent most of his time studying, which a typical engineering student had to do to survive. It was time for a change. It was time to meet a nice young woman Rick debated. At times Rick would talk to himself. He'd talk a lot to himself when he was alone, especially when he was in the bathroom taking a shower or a crap.
While taking a dump one day in the toilet Rick started talking to himself, "Man, I need some ass. All I do is go to school, come home, eat, shit, watch t.v., study, sleep, go to school, come home, eat, shit, watch t.v., study sleep, go to school, come home, eat, shit, watch t.v., study sleep. Man I am sick of this shit. I need some ass bad. I need some pussy adventures. I need to meet some honies. My school sucks, there's only about three percent females, of which two percent is ugly. And the one percent that's left got boyfriends and everybody is trying to push up on them. Man this is my fucking years. I should be boning like crazy. Every night I should be fucken. I'm strong, healthy, and got a big black strong Jamaican dick. I watch these porno flicks, them white boys don't got a dick, I got a dick.", Rick starts to laugh to himself while farting.
When Rick is bored he usually talks to himself to amuse himself. The things he usually says to himself he'd only say to another guy who was a good friend. Sometimes he felt that himself was his best friend. Rick was a partial introvert. He liked people and being around them. He like having lots of friends but never really liked hanging out too much. He didn't mind hanging out with one or two people but hanging out with more was a hassle. Rick was very independent ever since he was a young boy. He always did what he wanted to do and not let others intimidate him. He experienced peer pressure like every other kid but he dealt with it real good. He could never figure out way people liked to hang out on the streets and doing nothing. He once lived in a housing complex, and some guys would always hang out by the little shopping center in the middle of the housing complex. No matter what time of the year, how hot or cold it was outside, these guys would be there hanging out. He could never understand why. To him it made no sense. Instead of hanging out side all night, "I'd rather be in my warm house watching t.v., sleeping, or boning like crazy", Rick would often say to himself. Rick was the type of person that if he was with a group of people and every one wanted to eat chinese food and Rick wanted pizza, Rick would leave the group and go off by himself to get the pizza.
"Man, I need to go out. I haven't been to a good party in years. Tonight I'm going out. Let me make some phone calls and see if any of my home boys want to go out. Tonight is the night. I feel good", Rick thinks to himself.
Still on the toilet Rick starts to sing aloud," I feel good, I'm need to get boned, I feeeel good, I'm need to get boned, so good, so good......" He then stops singing, realizing his buttox is becoming numb from sitting so long on the toilet. He then starts to rub his stomach saying to himself,"Damn what the hell did I eat today, man I've been shittin like crazy all day. Damn! This shit be stinkin too. Must be that damn chinese food. That egg foo young fucked me up."
He then wipes his ass, fixes his cloth, washes his hands and heads straight for his phone book. He flips and flips the pages and realizes he doesn't have many options as far as friends to call. Most of his friends and cousins his age either went away to college or in the armed forces. He then decides to call one of his cousin but decides not to. His cousin will be his last option. He first calls Dave, but his mother claims he's at work. He then calls his friend Debby but she claims she's broke. Rick quickly thinks whether he should offer to pay her way, but decides not to. The clubs in New York city cost $15 to $20 for admission. For two people it would cost $30 to $40 dollars which was a lot of money for a college student. Besides he wanted to meet a new girl. Debby was a girl he had a fling with in high school who liked to play games with the boody. After making a couple more unsuccessful calls, Rick finally calls his cousin Erick. As Rick thought, Erick started complaining that the clubs in New York City are too dangerous and too expensive. Erick was an engineer who still lived home and was always scared about going to clubs in New York City. Besides he was cheap. Rick agreed that the clubs in New York City, especially the black ones were indeed dangerous. But if you minded your business, you shouldn't have any problems. Rick then started contemplating whether he should go alone or not. It would be nice to have company. Just then a commercial announces over the radio, "La, la, la, la .... live at the Red Parrot will be a male and female review, with the best in hip hop, house and reggae. Come out and enjoy yourself at the Red Parrot, 54St and Broadway in money making Manhattan. Popper dress code and i.d. is a must. Security is president Bush style." The music in the background made the commercial sound appealing.
" Red Parrot here I come", Rick said aloud. He started to dance and blast his portable stereo while he got ready.