The highest point—the best that it was, that it ever was gonna get or gonna be. Very few people had the foresight and self-awareness to know the peak when they reached it. Some folks in their eagerness to finish the climb settle for the plateau. Perhaps that’s why a lotta folks couldn’t recognize the peak for what it was—everybody’s peak was different. Maybe the plateau is as far as some people ever was gonna go. Homecoming King was as far as it went. Was this it then? The peak? And did that darker truth come out? If this was the peak did that meant it was all downhill from here?
Richard swallowed that thought and buried it deep in his gut. This wasn’t the peak for one reason and one reason alone…
Dick was too small to not want to keep climbing. Success was the only stilt he knew. Winning was the only cure for the pain of loss.
[ Big Dick Buster Continued From: Homecoming Courtship ]
“Got us some punch,” Richard said with an easy smile as he approached the table he and Iris had set up camp at early on in the dance, “Gotta stay hydrated out here, gonna be a long night.”
It was gonna be his night. He had worked too hard for it. First in sweet talking Miss Prez for the theme and then in managing to set up and plan for the dance itself. Richard poured his heart into this school. Dicky wanted to leave his mark. He was supposed to do it yesterday on the court—they had come up short. The heartbreak and heartache combined with the frustration and disappointment still lingered in his spirit. He took off his purple fedora and suit jacket and draped them over his chair exposing the purple vest and lavender dress shirt below. He looked a bit like if a mixture of Prince and Al Capone were put through a funhouse mirror. Or like he was Willy Wonka’s illegitimate leprechaun son.
Big Dick wore the suit like it was Armani. If he looked or felt silly it was only because he was missing his signature accessory…
A crown.