Revision #3

Rico Sanchez: Punting the Sweet Fantastic

                I walk up to Carl and ask for drugs. He says no. I say yes. I pull a knife on that bean bag and neck swoop his cripple legs out from under him. I put the knife to his neck, just close enough to make his spots bleed. His eyes are bulging, he is afraid, but I don’t stop. I need those drugs Carl. Carl died. I still need drugs though. My name is Rico Sanchez and I am a giraffe. This is my story.

                I wasn’t always like this though. I come from glorious giraffe beginnings. I was born and raised a safari man. From an early age I sought out the answers to life. I considered myself a student of Socrates, a book being written by the passages of time and read by the all-knowing lizard people. Nothing is meant to live forever though. After my stent as a philosopher I decided to become a cop. I joined the force. I thought it was my way out, my saving grace. Mom and Pop were proud. I’d never felt such joy in my giraffe legs before this moment. After I joined the force I was partnered with Owl Pichino. He was a real owl, always sticking to the books and busting my marbles, but dang was he a HOOT. After a night of patrol, me and Pichino head over to the bar, it was a real Boston joint, lots of jersey guys. After a few too many drinks Pichino opened up to me. He was in the war. I’m not sure, but during that conversation I could have sworn I saw a tear in his eye. I looked at him and he looked at me, after that it was an unspoken friendship, even though owls and giraffes are sworn enemies.

        For once in my life I was happy, but just like everything I had to go and screw it up.  The first time saw her I knew I had to have her. She was a real fox. Literally, but she was sworn to another man. Her name was Foxy Pichino. Forces inside me battled each other, my heart of hearts wanted to be loyal to Owl, but my second heart, or giraffe heart, lured me to Foxy. We had an affair. The guilt was unbearable, my prison was my shame. My love for Foxy consumed me and I went through some dark times. Peter Parker Spiderman 3 darkness does not compare. I tried to hang myself, but my neck was just too dang long. Eventually, I decided the only way out of this prison was to kill Owl, my partner, my friend, my brother.

One fateful night I finally couldn’t handle the guilt any longer. I planned to do it while we were on patrol in the south side. I was going to frame it to look like a thug raccoon killed Owl. I drove up to the spot and led him like a lamb to slaughter. I didn’t have the marbles to kill him to his face, so I closed my eyes and started swinging my neck. With a tear rolling down my neck I slapped Owl into oncoming traffic and he died. I guess that why they called him the night owl.

 Ironically, as I got out of one prison I entered another. They booked me, two life sentences back to back. Luckily, no one in the judicial system knew how to jail a giraffe. I was out in three years, but during my time in the slammer I learned valuable skills. This is when my life took a turn for the worse.

End of Girafft One

Revision

Rico Sanchez: Punting the Sweet Fantastic

                I walk up to Carl and ask for drugs. He says no. I say yes. I pull a knife on that bean bag and neck swoop his cripple legs out from under him. I put the knife to his neck, just close enough to make his spots bleed. His eyes are bulging, he is afraid, but I don’t stop. I need those drugs Carl. Carl died. I still need drugs though. My name is Rico Sanchez and I am a giraffe. This is my story.

                I wasn’t always like this though. I come from glorious giraffe beginnings. I was born and raised a safari man. From an early age I sought out the answers to life. I considered myself a student of Socrates, a book being written by the passages of time and read by the all-knowing lizard people. Nothing is meant to live forever though. After my stent as a philosopher I decided to become a cop. I joined the force. I thought it was my way out, my saving grace. Mom and Pop were proud. I’d never felt such joy in my giraffe legs before this moment. After I joined the force I was partnered with Owl Pichino. He was a real owl, always sticking to the books and busting my marbles, but dang was he a HOOT. After a night of patrol, me and Pichino head over to the bar, it was a real Boston joint, lots of jersey guys. After a few too many drinks Pichino opened up to me. He was in the war. I’m not sure, but during that conversation I could have sworn I saw a tear in his eye. I looked at him and he looked at me, after that it was an unspoken friendship, even though owls and giraffes are sworn enemies.

        For once in my life I was happy, but just like everything I had to go and screw it up.  The first time saw her I knew I had to have her. She was a real fox. Literally, but she was sworn to another man. Her name was Foxy Pichino. Forces inside me battled each other, my heart of hearts wanted to be loyal to Owl, but my second heart, or giraffe heart, lured me to Foxy. We had an affair. The guilt was unbearable, my prison was my shame. My love for Foxy consumed me and I went through some dark times. Peter Parker Spiderman 3 darkness does not compare. I tried to hang myself, but my neck was just too dang long. Eventually, I decided the only way out of this prison was to kill Owl, my partner, my friend, my brother.

One fateful night I finally couldn’t handle the guilt any longer. I planned to do it while we were on patrol in the south side. I was going to frame it to look like a thug raccoon killed Owl. I drove up to the spot and led him like a lamb to slaughter. I didn’t have the marbles to kill him to his face, so I closed my eyes and started swinging my neck. With a tear rolling down my neck I slapped Owl into oncoming traffic and he died. I guess that why they called him the night owl.

 Ironically, as I got out of one prison I entered another. They booked me, two life sentences back to back. Luckily, no one in the judicial system knew how to jail a giraffe. I was out in three years, but during my time in the slammer I learned valuable skills. These skills rocketed me forward in my career as a businessman. I delved into the world of business and it changed me for the better. I took my negotiating skills from prison and translated them to the real world. I was a master negotiator and quickly rose through the ranks of car salesmanship. I had found my calling. It was cars. It was my playground of fun and lead me to a happier life. In my new life, business and numbers had replaced drugs and I found myself no longer tempted by the sweet sweet smell of crack cacaine. My new drugs were sales. This is how I lived the rest of my a and it was great. I found a wife settled down, and have been living off the commission of my car sales for 20 years now.

Revision #2

The end is near. Some would say its Christmas time, Rico would disagree. One study has shown that food is good for you, Rico would disagree. Rico is a food critic and is on his way to the top. Ever since he was first introduced into the food culture, he was blown away. From an early age Rico was one of the best chefs in his chef class. He shined like no star before him. Making dishes no one had seen before, such as the dinner plate, lunch plate, and breakfast plate. His teacher started to notices Rico's raw talent and saw something special in him. They began one on one lesson and soon the student became the master. Not long after learning how to cook, Rico was the best in the biz. No longer confined to his old cooking class, Rico left home in search of better and tastier food. He looked far and wide, but alas Rico could not find a place to settle down. For the rest of his years Rico traveled was a nomad. He traveled with the animals and lived off the land. Cooking insane dishes and fixing up meals for the other animals. He was loved wherever he went and more importantly, he made mad dishes. 

Rico had finally found his niche. He was home. From then on, he honed his cooking skills until he was the best in the world. At this time he decided how he compared to the other competition, he went to Las Vegas and competed in Iron Chef. He worked his way though the competition and eventually made it to the finale competition. The only people left were him and Guy Fiere. The two best chefs in the world. It was a cook off that would set the tone for the rest of Rico's life. Guy Fiere won and Rico was destroyed. Rico fell into depression and drugs and that is that.

Revision

The end is near. Some would say its Christmas time, Rico would disagree. One study has shown that food is good for you, Rico would disagree. Rico is a food critic and is on his way to the top. Ever since he was first introduced into the food culture, he was blown away. From an early age Rico was one of the best chefs in his chef class. He shined like no star before him. Making dishes no one had seen before, such as the dinner plate, lunch plate, and breakfast plate. His teacher started to notices Rico's raw talent and saw something special in him. They began one on one lesson and soon the student became the master. Not long after learning how to cook, Rico was the best in the biz. No longer confined to his old cooking class, Rico left home in search of better and tastier food. He looked far and wide, but alas Rico could not find a place to settle down. For the rest of his years Rico traveled was a nomad. He traveled with the animals and lived off the land. Cooking insane dishes and fixing up meals for the other animals. He was loved wherever he went and more importantly, he made mad dishes. 

Rico had finally found his niche. He was home. From then on, he honed his cooking skills until he was the best in the world. At this time he decided how he compared to the other competition, he went to Las Vegas and competed in Iron Chef. He worked his way though the competition and eventually made it to the finale competition. The only people left were him and Guy Fiere. The two best chefs in the world. It was a cook off that would set the tone for the rest of Rico's life. Guy Fiere won and Rico was destroyed. Rico fell into depression and drugs and that is that. Or was it.

After his dreams were crushed Rico was never the same again. His food no longer tasted good and people complained that it tasted like sadness. That was because Rico was sad. Never before had Rico felt sadness quite like this. This was a new level of sadness. Rico would not get over this any time soon. Guy had changed him for better or worse and it definitely was not better. While in this rut of sadness Rico got really fat. He fell in love with food and ate a lot of chocolate. Some say Rico should have died from his food consumption, others praised him for his efforts. Either way, Rico became so overweight he passed out and has been hibernating for the past 20 years. Many people have gone looking for him, but none have yet to find him.

Revision #1

The day came when Rico was no longer accepted as one of his fellow tribe members. To old and too wise for these school boys to play around with, Rico knew it was time to go. So he left his family behind in Africa and started his new life in another part of Africa. Here he would be free to pursue his passions and look for an answer to life’s innermost questions. Contemplating for days questions that deal with time, space, and the final frontier. Rico found himself unbound to the space time continuum. He could travel back and forth through time by trotting at supersonic speeds. This allowed Rico to finally take some time off and get back to the real stuff. With all of this time on his hands he did not know what to do with himself. He realized that he was unique and needed to use his time travel abilities in a way to help others. So, he formed a plan. Rico traveled so far back in time that he was walking with dinosaurs, it had always been a dream of his to see a velociraptor.  Although, he did not know it at the time, those dinosaurs are not good friends. He still tried his hardest and after time he had talked his way into a herd of these animals. At last Rico was one with his kind. He roamed the earth, doing as he pleased with his dinosaur brethren at his side. It seemed Rico was finally happy, it nothing last forever. One day as he was chowing on some leaves, he looked up at the sky, and to his horror, he saw a giant meteor. Right then he knew it was time to leave this time, but he knew he was abandoning all of his fellow dinosaurs. With a heavy heart, he went back home and never looked back. Some say Rico is an animal for what he did, they would be right. He is a giraffe.

Revision #1

The day came when Rico was no longer accepted as one of his fellow tribe members. To old and too wise for these school boys to play around with, Rico knew it was time to go. So he left his family behind in Africa and started his new life in another part of Africa. Here he would be free to pursue his passions and look for an answer to life’s innermost questions. Contemplating for days questions that deal with time, space, and the final frontier. Rico found himself unbound to the space time continuum. He could travel back and forth through time by trotting at supersonic speeds. This allowed Rico to finally take some time off and get back to the real stuff. With all of this time on his hands he did not know what to do with himself. He realized that he was unique and needed to use his time travel abilities in a way to help others. So, he formed a plan. Rico traveled so far back in time that he was walking with dinosaurs, it had always been a dream of his to see a velociraptor.  Although, he did not know it at the time, those dinosaurs are not good friends. He still tried his hardest and after time he had talked his way into a herd of these animals. At last Rico was one with his kind. He roamed the earth, doing as he pleased with his dinosaur brethren at his side. It seemed Rico was finally happy, it nothing last forever. One day as he was chowing on some leaves, he looked up at the sky, and to his horror, he saw a giant meteor. Right then he knew it was time to leave this time, but he knew he was abandoning all of his fellow dinosaurs. With a heavy heart, he went back home and never looked back. Some say Rico is an animal for what he did, they would be right. He is a giraffe.
Once Rico got home he was never the same, people treated him as a king, but he knew he did not deserve the attention. Rico got it in his head that he was a loser and as a loser he could not be a ruler. He left home for the second and last time in his life. Knowing that when he left he would never come back. He left a note to his village and left. Rico was bound for freedom, bound for the US of A. He was going to make it big time on the local comedy circuit. He knew he was funny but man was this guy good. He started a local clubs and became a usual, just like old Seinfield, except better. Rico was the best and still is today. Some say he is still telling jokes today in the deepest parts of New York City.

Rico Sanchez: The Food is Served

The end is near. Some would say its Christmas time, Rico would disagree. One study has shown that food is good for you, Rico would disagree. Rico is a food critic and is on his way to the top. Ever since he was first introduced into the food culture, he was blown away. From an early age Rico was one of the best chefs in his chef class. He shined like no star before him. Making dishes no one had seen before, such as the dinner plate, lunch plate, and breakfast plate. His teacher started to notices Rico's raw talent and saw something special in him. They began one on one lesson and soon the student became the master. Not long after learning how to cook, Rico was the best in the biz. No longer confined to his old cooking class, Rico left home in search of better and tastier food. He looked far and wide, but alas Rico could not find a place to settle down. For the rest of his years Rico traveled was a nomad. He traveled with the animals and lived off the land. Cooking insane dishes and fixing up meals for the other animals. He was loved wherever he went and more importantly, he made mad dishes. 

Rico had finally found his niche. He was home. From then on, he honed his cooking skills until he was the best in the world. At this time he decided how he compared to the other competition, he went to Las Vegas and competed in Iron Chef. He worked his way though the competition and eventually made it to the finale competition. The only people left were him and Guy Fiere. The two best chefs in the world. It was a cook off that would set the tone for the rest of Rico's life. Guy Fiere won and Rico was destroyed. Rico fell into depression and drugs and that is that.

Look at this photograph, every time it makes me laugh.

This is
me and my pals
having a good time
on an MSU field trip
throwing care to the wind
and taking a picture with clowns
This is having fun on a day off
and talking a quality picture.
This a couple of clowns

This is
me bonding
with some of my pals
and a few strangers.
This is me preparing for the future
and getting ever closer to college.

Rico Sanchez: Meeting Vlad

This day started just like any other. Rico had found himself once again stranded in the upper territory of Canada. Rico spent much time in Canada where it was the people or the food, something drew him to that place. It was very mysterious but Rico was a cool guy and new how to handle himself in a fight. At least he thought so until he met Vlad. One day while Rico was hiking he ran into a strange and shirtless man. At first Rico was in shock because he was not expecting to see anyone else, but soon he became curious and walked up to the man. As it turns out he is a rather strange fellow, haling from the motherland, Russia. We talked some game for a while and we are both extremely violent people that like to fight so we decided to have a show down. Rico proposed a wager, if he won he would get Russia and if Vlad won he would receive some money. Of course Vlad excepted and they prepared the fighting arena. The fight would consist of two rounds of sword play followed by a light-saber fight.

The fight begun half-past two and ended early the next day. When day broke only one man remained standing, flippin Rico. He did it. He was now the proud owner of Russia and their rightful ruler. No longer a simple man, Rico flew to Russia where he spent the rest of his days ruling his new country.

Rico Sanchez: A Date With Destiny

Long before I knew Rico he was wasting his life away in the slums of Toronto. He lived a simpler life then, no drugs, no women, and certainly no friends. However, he recently started online dating and had found this killer app called Tinder. One day as he was swiping his life away he finally found someone that he actually liked. Here name was Destiny and they were going on a date this Saturday. Nothing crazy but Rico knew how to treat a women right. He planned the date so that he could play a little skee-ball just before their seven o’clock reservation. Rico had always been a fan of arcade games, but this one was different. Skee-ball had something to offer to everyone, there was the competitive spirit, the academic aspect, and the physical attraction between Rico and the ticket. He really wanted that ticket.

Sooner rather than later, Saturday crept up on Rico and he was getting ready for his date before he knew it. He decide to go with simple giraffe attire, just a pair of casual hooves, my spots, and of course his toupee, and no it was not his birthday. It was date night. Right left a quarter till six to pick up Destiny. She lived on the other side of town so it would take him awhile to get there on his moped. After he picked her up they drove to the restaurant. On the way there they had a very nice conversation about how awkward it was that she did not know he was a giraffe. She was verbally upset but Rico knew how to handle the situation. He turned his giraffe charm to level 10 and played it on cool. The rest of the night went over quite well and they are going on a date next week.

Destiny is on the Left

Picture Post

This is a picture of the soccer fields and it reminds me of all the memories I had playing soccer for Kickapoo. It was a good time.
#Soccer

This is a picture of the outlet located near the lost and found. It looks like a face kinda, which makes this photo more interesting.
#Socket

This is a picture of Daniel climbing a tree outside of Kickapoo.  It reminds me of nature and when I had to climb a tree as a freshman to get a soccer ball.
#Neature

This is a picture of me and Daniel writing a hand-written letter. It reminds me of all the times that I had to write in my classes at school.
#School

This is a picture of me getting shoved into a locker. This reminds me of all the times that I have seen people get bullied in the hallways of Kickapoo.
#Happyday

This is a picture of me and Daniel at MSU on a field trip. It reminds me of all the field trips I have taken over the years and how much fun I have had.
#Clowns 

This is a picture of Daniel trying to decide which book to pick. It reminds me of all the times I have been in the library and different memories.
#Books

This is a picture of Daniel hugging a storm trooper. It reminds me of star wars and all the carzy things that have happened at Kickapoo.
#Star #Wars

This is a picture of me and Daniel posing with some plants. It reminds me of all the plants located around Kickapoo and nature.
#Nature

This a picture of me and Daniel posing with the Dinosaur in the Science wing. It reminds me of all the science classes I have taken and what I have learned.
#Science

This is a picture of Daniel who is disgusted with the findings in this experiment. This reminds me of all the experiments that I performed in science.
#school

This is a picture of me getting water posing next to a round trashcan. It reminds me of all the trash I have thrown away at Kickapoo.
#Trash

This is a picture of me and Riley posing with a sign in the hallway. It reminds me of freshman year when I did not know how to get around the school.
#Hallway

This is a picture of Daniel posing with a man in a turtleneck next to the lunch line. It reminds me of all the times that I have eaten lunch at Kickapoo.
#Lunch

This is a picture of me and Daniel posing with a vending machine. It reminds me of all the food I have gotten from the vending machines over the years.
#Food