Rich Para // Many many men can't see the open road.
Rich was blasting Led Zeppelin in his room while he organizes his CD collection by year. The song "Over The Hills ad Far Away" begins to play as Rich sings along. After Rich finishes organizing he walks over to his bed. Closing his eyes to let the music flow through him. I cannot believe that Spin published my rant. Insanity. He smiled at this.
After finding out that Grace is pregnant Rich has been feeling this pressure on his shoulders. Not in the way most people think either. Many people would suspect that Rich was afraid to grow up, afraid of life changing, or maybe even afraid of being tied to Grace forever through this child. That does not phase him. The plan was always that he would grow up and he also knew things were going to change. If not with this then with something else. It's inevitable. He also always had Grace in mind for his future. Always. Yet despite all the things he was not afraid of he was still petrified and stressed over it all.
Rich and Grace decided not to tell anyone about the pregnancy. The only person who knows is Liv. Rich had been trying to contact Liv for the past day or two; however, she's been busy making the rounds after returning from her trip. Rich had to get things off his chest, but he does not want to scare Grace. He leaned over and picked up the picture that laid on his bedside table. It was a picture of the two of them in a tent after going to some shitty music festival. In order to turn the day around they decided to spend the entire time in that tent. Laughing, having sex, talking, and enjoying one another.
I'm scared. Rich began to think about everything as he looked at this photo. I'm scared shit less. In eight months there is going to be this person who needs me and relies on me for everything. How am I going to be a good Dad? I mean fucking really. How? Grace...she'll be a great Mum. Because that's what she does...she see's a harmless cute thing and immediately wants to take care of it. Like she's fucking Mother Teresa or some shit. Me? Not so much. How the hell am I going to be a father? How? Rich sighed and quickly opened the window in his bedroom removing the screen so he can smoke without having to leave the room. Last thing he needed was Anita's cheery voice and Kevin's constant need to pacify her in his head.
While smoking Rich began to think about other things that worry him. I also don't want Grace to fucking...fucking give up her dream to do anything. I don't want her to wake up twenty years from now and resent me. She is fucking talented and if she wants to be a dancer then she will be a fucking dancer. I need to get a job...a proper job...Toxic Bob will be okay for now. Will give me time to save up some money. But I need proper money so that she can go to school if she wants or fucking do whatever. I made some good money for the review Spin Magazine published. I might send more shit in. Maybe it could lead me to a job. I would get paid a bit more than an album shop and I would be writing about music. Which I can do anywhere. I just don't want to fuck this up. I can't fuck this up.
Rich continued to smoke his cigarette exhaling the smoke from his nose every now and again. Something he did when he felt tense. He then thought about Grace's celebration gesture. It was unbelievably sexy and he loved every minute of it. We are so good together. So good. Not just the sex either...just everything. She makes me happy. She deserves what she wants. Even with this huge unexpected update. She deserves what she wants.
Rich finished his cigarette flicking it out the window before putting it back together again. Rich stared at his laptop and then sat down to begin his review on another album hoping that this might get him somewhere.