"Ugh.... where am I?" he would ask himself, waking up in absolute darkness, some disgusting stench eating away at his nostrils. He shook his head, breathing in the smelly air, something wasn't right about this location. Rick would stand up and bump his head on something, a slight gonging sound occurred. "Oww..." he would raise his hand and plant it firmly on what he'd just hit, and push.
It worked to surprisingly good degree, as he would stand up, having lifted the lid. "Oh. Yep. It's gonna be one of those days," he would say, standing in a dumpster. He would pick a banana peel off of his shoulder, and sigh, "That was a helluva party."
He'd hop over the side of the dumpster and check out the alleyway he was in. It was dank, dreary, seems like the place to go after a party like that one. Rick would sigh, and look at his jacket. "Oh damn. Some rats nibbled through my leather," he would say, sighing. He would hold the jacket with one hand over his right shoulder. "Damn, mom's gonna flip when she sees $120 down the drain," he would say, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, and placing it bud first between his lips.