New York City. The area where the blood pumps the heart. You can make your dreams come true here. You can have the best time of your life with the mix of the lights, parties, food, people, and hysteria. You can see things you normally don't and things you do. Once you leave here, you'll know there's no place like home. They call this place The Big Apple; the city that never sleeps. But this is also where I live. And this is my playground.
My life is one I cannot just makeup. If I could create it according to my own vision, it would be fiction of a better life. Things would be so much more exciting, somewhat simple, and I would have everything I ever wanted. But this is my true story. If my actions, my choices are the authors then life would be the editor. When you write about yourself, you have to be honest. Not just about what happened, what's happening, the people involved, but about you. Lying about your true story is a dishonor to your writing and as a writer.
I hate writing about the events of my past and present. It makes me wonder how things could have been if I changed it. I hate writing about the women that came in and gone out of my life. If I could deal with how my moments with them were---the good ones---I could think of a quote by Dr. Suess: Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened. That's how moments are. When they happen, they make you happy. When they're over, you're left with nothing but disappointment because you wished it to be forever. That's how much those moments meant to me. Especially a moment with a woman because of my feelings. I like her and I enjoy her, but I could never have her.
My world is one that is foreign to you. By you, I mean those who may not understand because they live normal lives. Whatever your version of normal may be. Once you get to know my world, you know me. If you know me, you understand; if you understand me, I fuck with you. Either way, this all maybe too much because I'm too much. I'm something else.
My name is Derrick Cox.
But I call myself, Riki.
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RIKI: Something Else
Non-FictionYou're in my world now. They call New York The Big Apple, the city that never sleeps. But this is also where I live. And this is my playground. I work my ass off, I party like a rockstar, and I just can't get enough of women coming my way. I love ev...
