Category: My Life As A Voyeur: Living Vicariously
Rick and I had been playing wheelchair basketball and it seemed like his mind was elsewhere. If you read part 1, you’ll remember that I suggested he and I forget our troubles by going out with some friends of mine.
When I got home I had made my third phone call before I landed two female friends of mine that were easily convinced to go out that night. Gina suggested we meet at Plaid, on East 13th Street. Her sister was a bartender there and she’d have her get us in. My good friend Barb had told me about that club, so I quickly agreed. But before showering I needed to call Rick.
I’ve recently taken up a new hobby – wheelchair basketball. One day not long ago I was down at the gym with a few friends, shooting some hoops for fun.
“Damn,” I said after Rick had missed his seventh consecutive shot. “You can’t put that in the bucket to save your life. Somethin on your mind, bud?”






