Like Rodin's "The Streaker"

Lately, I'd been thinking! Strange, isn't it? Me -think? Just kidding, I'm always thinking. Even when I'm not thinking I think, "Maybe I should start thinking." I am like Rodin's little naked statue - The Steaker. I'm sure you'd seen it before.

Lately, I'd been thinking....

Oops, I had already said that. But I didn't realize that after I said it, I typed it out on the keyboard. Sorry, so sorry!

Anyway, I'd been thinking. I know what you're thinking -"Man, that Ricky Fico sure likes to repeat himself." Actually, I don't. I suspect it's an old habit though. You see, back in grammar school  (about 80 years ago) I had many friends who were deaf. At my school, we had an entire floor dedicated to special education - this included educating the deaf.


I was proud of my school. It was purported to be one of the best public schools in Chicago and as further testament would prove, it was the best. And get this - my geography teacher -her name was Mrs. Atlas. I'm not kidding, true as shit!

And my pre-algebra teacher? Mrs. Heimindinger! Again, true story!

I was lucky. I excelled through my grammar school, placed second in the High School Entrance Exams. Which meant that I was going to go to the Harvard of High Schools. Really, I didn't want to.  I wanted to go where most of my friends were going. But my teachers and the Principal of my Grammar School convinced my family that Lane Tech was the place for me.
Maybe it was but the summer after my tenth grade my world became infused with drink and drug - I had joined my older brother and sister's little club. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."

Well, my high school became in reality, my high school. I'd be stoned on pot or tripping on acid while debating the merits of Nuclear Arms -deterrents and all that shit! And talk of the Cold War and The Soviet Union and Reaganomics and bringing down the wall, which I was all for. Really I was!
So now you may ask - How come Ricky Fico's not discussing his love for sex.

Ah, wrong time, wrong place! But as I had often said, "sex is good but making love is great!"

And, I'm in no shape or form an arrogant sob or an egotistical bastard. I do love myself,  I really do. There were times in the past, though, that I didn't. Those days - I was on a path of self-destruction.

Not anymore! I am on the path of erection and if you pay me enough accolades, I'll be sure to erect a monument just for you. And if I can't, well,  I know somebody who can. Yeah, my cousin's a sculptor.