There goes Ol' Ricky ruminatin' on his life once again. Foxy gets like this from time to time, usually when he's dipping into the zombie weed. One minute he's flying high, claiming he's on the verge of solving hunger by inventing a way for people to eat wood and trees and such, the next he's staring into the mirror, convinced that his own nipples are watching him. But that's just Ricky being Ricky. Makes sense that a fella as smart as him would spend so much time in his own dome. Lots going on up there.
Anyway, not surprised in the least to see Foxy acing this here test. Ain't nobody more open and free than the Fiesta Fox. Shit, I remember the first time Rick told us Raiders about how, to make a few extra bucks, he would routinely drive over to that rest stop on Highway 52 just south of Pilot Mountain and jack off in front of the truck drivers and other fellas. He wasn't touching them, mind you, just letting them sit in the passenger seat and watch while he'd paddle his pickle. Kinda like that scene in Boogie Nights. Got $10 a pop.
At first, we were a little put out by this revelation. Kreebie in particular had grown up in a God-fearing, Christian home and felt these transactions to be a little on the funny side. But Ricky explained that there was nothing queer about it and that, really, there's nothing straighter or more manly than the ability to make another fella want to blow you. Never thought about it that way, but I guess Foxy had a point. In any event, just goes to show that Ricky is, if anything, a free spirit. That cash also came in handy on more than one occasion. Got himself a pretty nifty scratching post for Peaches so it could sharpen its claws on something other than Flipper's love seat. Goddamn squirrel about drove Ol' Flip to the funny farm.