Our Poor Boy

1) Ricky

"Fuck," I groan as I lean against the front door of my RV. I look back at my phone to check my bills, hoping it was the alcohol making me delusional when seeing such high numbers. Guess not. I rub my eyes after keeping back my phone that I had been staring at for the past one hour in the dark. I blinked my eyes a few times until everything came into focus. I checked my watch and it was 11:30 p.m. The parking lot was deserted, nothing was here except for me, my worn out RV and a few stray cats by the dumpster. I look up at the smog filled night sky and took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind, but it was no use as the scent of garbage and pizza filled my lungs. I looked at the pizza store to my right and my blood started to boil again. "FUCK YOU!" I yelled at the building. I drained the last of my beer before tossing the can into the dumpster, causing a few cats to get scarred at the sound of the metal and run off.

I open my RV door before getting in and plopping down on my sofa. I look back at my phone and grimaced at it. How DARE he do this! Just because the owner of that fucking pizza store is starting to loose business, he's increasing my rent by fucking 20%! But then again, it was still less than the average rent cost of an apartment in L.A. Now, I'll admit, I am fucking broke. And when you're broke in a place like Los Angeles, then a place to live is extremely hard to come by because the entire city is practically populated by rich fucks. So that leaves the penniless ones like me to live on the streets.

Thankfully, I, at least had an old RV my great uncle passed down to me when he died. The only problem, no one wants a homeless guy parking his RV in their parking lot for no reason. Luckily for me, god had blessed me with the greasy faced, two hundred pound of a man known as Mr. Hornet. He basically owns this crappy, run down pizza store in the middle of the city and has offered me a spot in his parking lot as long as I pay monthly rent, which he has increased by TWENTY FUCKING PERCENT SINCE HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO RUN A MOTHER FUCKING BUSINESS!! Uh, sorry, those were the beers. Anyway, I'm not happy about it but it still cost less than most apartments in this fucking city that don't actually suck. And I know what most of you are thinking...

"Oh Rick, you poor idiot, you have no idea you live in an RV that can drive on fucking roads to other crappy cities. How stupid could you be?"

Well guess what, mom. I would love to live in another shitty city where rent didn't cost as much as getting heart surgery, but the thing is, one of my front tires got stolen so now I'm stuck in this hell hole of a parking lot until I can save up for a new tire. And with this new increase of my rent, I might just be able to get that new tire in eighty fucking years. That's a joke by the way. Honestly, you have no idea how many idiots out there do not understand FUCKING SARCASM! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!

...yeah, sorry, but did I mention that I might have slight anger issues. Anyway, it was already have past midnight so time to sleep on my couch, again. Just hope my face doesn't end up on the grape juice stain.

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Oh fuck, what time is it?" I look at my phone and... I hate my life. It was already fucking 7:00 a.m. and my my job starts at eight, and no, I don't work at that grease pit of a pizza store. I get my partially ironed suit, put it on, combed my hair until it looked presentable enough for society's standards before strapping on my watch and putting on my good shoes for work. Now, as I said, my RV is in no driving condition and a cab in these parts would leave multiple holes in my wallet, so luckily I have a personal driver. I walked down the parking lot, shouted an insult at Mr. Hornet who was struggling to open the front doors of his pizza store due to his fat fingers before walking another two blocks until I see a fellow hobo asleep on a bench.

"Get up you bastard, I'm late." I smack his face a couple of times until there was a good bruise, and before you judge me, I'd like to see you try to wake up a man who has slept through a mass shooting.