RIKI II: Play The Game

Chapter SIXTEEN

June 7th, 2021 I could never refer to Brasilia as grandma or the slightest emergency contact. The woman is stupid. I do grocery shopping and she tells me I did wrong because I bought too much of the wrong things. She's too much of the wrong thing. Ungrateful bitch. I have a strategy when it comes to doing her food shopping. She doesn't because she's a goddamn idiot. She says Chef Boyardee has chemicals from the can. Yet you eat it, bitch. Then she tells me hot dogs have nitrite which causes cancer. That I believe. Brasilia is a good example of miseducated. I don't give a fuck about her back story. She's a result of what happened to her. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her. I will forever hate my whole entire family.

No progress has been made this past week. I was going to view a studio at 90th Street, but I couldn't get access to the building because I had to use their app to access it. Humans and their goddamn technology. At another building, I called a guy up from the sign that said: APARTMENT FOR RENT at another building. According to him, it wouldn't work since I had no credit or guarantor. That's when I got the definition of guarantor from Phillip; anyone who can guarantee I can pay the rent and that person has to have good credit. Dammit. There's seems to be no escape out of credit. There has to be. I just need to find the loophole.

This cold coming down is making me stressed. Stress is no good for your health. I walked out of Grand Central to Times Square, angrily talking to myself. I had to keep in mind I was surrounded by normies.

I forgot how good a party on the weekend could be that it can make you forget your problems. I went to 230 Fifth Avenue at a Silent Disco party. Despite my attempt to hook up with a girl who told me her best friend was her wife, I danced my ass off on camera and everyone's eyes popped. I need to remind myself when I go to a party that it's not about getting a girl. It's about enjoting myself, owning the room and the night. I wanna be on that boat party I was on before. The one that said: Never Forget This Moment.

Joan gave me flowers on my last day of work as a farewell. I wouldn't call it my last day. The gift was weird to me because I'm not a flower person. Girls like 'em. I accepted Joan's gift anyway and forgot to take them with me on the way home. Joan Steele was a nice and smart woman who I could talk to. COVID wasn't foolin her. It's good to know I'm not alone in this foolishness. Joan likes me like all the members do. I wonder if they've missed me yet.

Octavia found her birthday gift at her desk. I'm glad I was the one who did it. The problem with doing the most is people seem to forget it when it's all for them. It's a thankless job.

This was so thoughtful Derrick I really appreciate it

One of the sweetest things anyone has ever done

Your Welcome

I sold Cannonball. Thanks for the gift Chrissy, but Cannon is not my thing. I got two hundred dollars for it from 'ol friends of mine at their relocated pawn shop by the Domino's in East Harlem. Adding that amount to my throne was a good help to get me by this week until I got my check this Friday. I'll buy me a Nikon soon.

Chrissy graduated. I wasn't present for the virtual ceremony. Even if it was live like it used to be, I still wouldn't be there. Anything school related, I don't want to see myself in. Chrissy's having a boat party for her birthday. I was gonna go, but I can't be myself around any of the family. Especially when Demetri, her dumbass daughter, and Chrissy's new boyfriend Rob is gonna be there.

I didn't expect to hear from Olivia that Andy quit. He was a nice guy. I didn't really appreciate that guy thanks to my fucking mistrust. I had to respect Andy's decision whether I disapproved or not. Corporate was stressing him out. He even told me as he was bringing up a boxed package upstairs: "Don't become manager". He was wise. I would rather stay in the position I'm in than to move on up where people expect a lot more from me than from myself. Andy got a better job. I hope his mind will be at ease. I also hope the next boss at Astor Place isn't a dick. If so, I'm leaving. No. I'll be strong and endure. I won't forget what Andy told me about my EQ. I just need to work on my IQ more.