"Rick, what is this?" she says holding up a jar of what looks like white and green sand.
"Jesus Christ mom, you were going through my stuff? What the hell!"
She starts tearing up "how is my son going to get through college if he's doing drugs. Where did you get it?"
Rick looks at his mom and stands up "Fuck it, give me my stuff."
"Rick?"
"I said give me my shit. I'm moving out."
"But what about school?"
"I flunked out. I'm going to spend my time doing stuff that actually matters."
"But isn't that why you were studying engineering and physics? To do stuff that matters?"
Rick pulls out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth. "I guess so," he lights it, "but school isn't a place for smart people. I'm going to figure out life myself."
Rick walks to his car, drives up to a shady looking building, gets out, and rings the doorbell.
A guy about of about 19-20 opens the door just a crack, to see who it is. After seeing its Rick, he immediately lets him in. "Rick! I'm sorry dude, I'm out of everything."
"No, it's not that, it's just, I'm between places to live and was wondering if I could park my car here for a few days." He felt a bit uncomfortable. He's not used to asking other people for things.
The guy looks him up and down and thinks, "Well, I guess you can park your car here, but only for a few days, my landlord doesn't like guests sticking around too look and looking sketchy."
Rick looks around his dealer's drug den. "Doesn't like things looking sketchy you say?" he says a bit amused
"I"m going to pretend I never heard that." Stan says to him. "By the way, I remembered the name of the thing my brother made you were asking about. it was called a perpetual motion machine or something."
Rick stops. "Wait, did you say a perpetual motion machine?" He's worried it was either a joke, or he misheard it. Anyway it's always helpful to clarify things.
"Yeah, its apparently some big deal or something." Stan says dismissively.
Rick pulls out a cigarette. "W-where can I find this thing?" Rick asks.
Stan starts getting defensive. "Well, I have no idea. My brother might know where it is though."
Rick's interest increases "Well where is he?" He asks a little to excitedly.
Stan doesn't seem to mind too much. "Last I heard, he was working in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, using his grant money." He starts growing a little bit impatient.
"How can I find him?" Rick asks, clearly not giving a fuck about Stan now wanting to share.
"Jesus Christ, I don't know. Why do you care so much?"
Rick puts out his cigarette. "I dunno, I guess I just like science. What school did your brother go to by the way?"
"I think it's called Backupsmore. It was his safety school."
"Gee, who would've thought that would be his back up. Kinda hits the nail on the head, don't you think?" Rick asks.
"Uh, I guess I never thought of that..."
"Wow! Look at the time!" says Rick and he looks at his wrist, clearly without a watch. "I guess I really must get going!"
"What do you mean? You just got here!"
"Welp, I just remembered an adventure I need to go on." he says as he walks right back out the front door.
