Parachute's Color

They spoke about it right before lunch. R had been thinking about it for quite a long time now and didn't really know how to say it; but he realized that there was only one way: head on. Once mentioned, Peteco knew exactly what he was talking about "I've been there" he said, also pointing out that he might have someone who can do the trick for (and with) him.

Even though Peteco is one of those guys who talk more than he really knows and can do, the thing is that he projected a ray of hope and clarity in R's life when he needed the most. Good intentions are not good enough though, and in this kind of business you have to deliver in order to be credible. There was still a lot to be seen.

"It will be around ten thousand greens" Peteco said with such a confidence that R thought he had been there before. "Five thousand at the beginning and the rest when you get your diploma". Even though the tag price attached to it seemed kind of high, the truth of the matter is that the options have narrowed to just a handful of alternatives. And this one was one of them.

Later that rainy day, Peteco gave him a ride all the way to the satellite parking. Peteco stopped right in front of his car and told him to see the whole thing as an investment. He had been there before and even though things didn't work out due to his previous problems, in today's world that's perhaps one of the best ways you can invest your money in. "Those private accounts that the government is talking about? Fuck that, this is the real Social Security, the big enchilada". Then they talked for a while about the future, the willingness to relocate and what would the future will bring south of the river.

The fog was starting to thin a little bit; Peteco's comments made a lot of sense. Even though he's as crazy as a goat, R thought that it was a moment of clarity. Clarity for both of them, putting all the cards on the table and making a very complicated discussion look very easy and very logical. R also knew that the way ahead was not clear enough, but that he could always show up at Peteco's home to smoke some weed and then reach a real fucking moment of clarity.

They shacked hands and R headed for his three o'clock appointment. He didn't know at that time, but that appointment would have to be postponed due to some outdated information given to him late last week. No big deal, he would spent the rest of the afternoon at his place, chilling, listening music and taking a little nap before heading for the gym.

The stakes are very high and a decision should be taken within the next few weeks. Perhaps by mid-April, and then he will have to say what color he wants his parachute to be.