My name is Richie Perry. What kind of person am I, come on man you've got to be kidding me. I'm a smart and athletic high school graduate from Harlem
What actions do they take?
I played high school basketball but I wasn't all that great of a player. When I graduated high school I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, but I eventually chose to go to the army and fight in the vietnam war. When I first was in the military I was afraid that I'd be actually fighting in the war, but the more I shot and killed people, the more I grew comfortable with the situation I was in.
What does the character love?
I love my mother and my brother before anything. I love my bestfriend Peewee who I met in the army. I love to shoot hoops too. I can kick anyone's butt in hoops.
Where have they been?
Where have I been? Man, I've been in Vietnam whooping viet cong butt. I was hoping I didn't have to fight because of the knee injury I suffered during a high school basketball game, but the army ignored my injury. I've see innocent people killed in this war, and
What effect do they have on other?
I think I'm a great guy honestly. I get alone with pretty much everyone I meet except for them Vietcong's. I met this beautiful lady on a plane heading to Nam and we actually hit it off. Her name was Judy. When me and my boy Peewee were in the hospital I found out that she had passed away due to her hospital being ambushed by Vietcong troops. While I was in the war different soldiers had noticed that I had great writing abilities so they gave me the job of writing letters to the deceased's families
What do they think about?
What do I think about? Man, don't you think that's a little too personal? Before I joined the white man's war I mainly thought about being a famous author later in my life. I always think about my family and how I was going to get them out of Harlem. I also thought about playing basketball. Basketball was an activity that helped me take my mind off of all the other stresses in my life. When I got injured, man did I hate it. I was no longer great at doing the one thing that kept me sane.