Dickie Monologue

#whyIimpersonateDickie Nobody would understand my thoughts that went through my head when Dickie was still alive. He had the fame, he had the glory, and he even had the money. While he was getting fame, I was sitting here like a baby chick learning to fly. It was like I couldn’t get out, he was calling me a queer and just was making me look bad. I just had enough. I wanted to live his lavish lifestyle. This caused a chain of events to happen, it was like my destiny to kill Dickie, and the death was set up perfectly. We were out in the middle of the Ocean on a boat with no one around. I first thought how, and what will happen after the deed is done. The man who was so full of himself. The man who I despised. He was sitting right there, all I had to do was… Then BAM! I did my most odious action I have ever done in my life. I used an oar. This wasn’t any ordinary oar, it was my mass destruction weapon to kill Dickie. I stole his wallet, rings, his jacket, and Marge’s Cologne. Then I tried to destroy the boat. I then thought I have accomplished my goal. I can be Dickie, I can now have the glory and fame he once had when he was alive. I then sank the boat and walked back to “my”
I was psyched I can now live a lavish lifestyle. I don’t have to dread my old life anymore. I am a new person. No need to worry about the “pigs” chasing me. The feds (pigs) no longer know who I am. When I get to Rome, I am expressing my money as much as I can. My old life will be behind. I wanted to be Dickie for so long, I now have achieved it. I am going to buy so many things, I never thought I could buy for myself. I can now eat whatever I want, and do anything. I am just sitting up in my room, then the phone rings and the person behind the desk, asked if the police can come and talk me. I got real nervous. It was as if I took a lot of drugs and they were just hitting me right now. I become paranoid. I became a