Ricky

May 29, 1983

Ricky puffed another cigarette while Keith sat across from him. There were lots of cigarettes lying on the table, and most were unused. Tomorrow they would be leaving for Dortmund, and already Ricky was already looking forward to the tour being over. It was starting to be tiring. During the past three shows Ricky was starting to feel as though he would throw up. Maybe it was the illness. Maybe it wasn't.

That feeling was starting to come back.

He swallowed and breathed deeply. Keith didn't bother asking what was wrong.

Ricky took the cigarette out of his mouth and sighed. It was a very long day, and he wanted to get some rest. He got up and went to the water fountain nearby, taking the plastic cup on top and pouring some water into it. Ricky took a couple of sips before returning to his table. He set the cup down and leaned back in his chair.

It was nice.

For two seconds.

The need to vomit was getting worse. During the past few shows he was able to hold it back but this time....

This time he couldn't. It was getting out of hand.

Quickly, Ricky shot out of his chair and ran into the bathroom. He grabbed the first open stall he saw and vomited.

Ricky took another breath. Then he dunked into the toilet and vomited again.

This time, he was starting to feel better.

Ricky stood up and pushed down the flush, leaving the stall as soon as he could. He washed his hands and left.

He was going back to the hotel. He just wanted to sleep.