Thursday, October 19, 2006

Let's Do A Play! Together!

Two people. In all blacks. Backstage. They are stagehands.

Man : God I hate this play.
Woman : It's awful.
Man : They do a terrible job, too.
Woman : Well.. the guy who plays the lead is ok.
Man : You mean the one who is playing the Mel Gibson role?
Woman : Yeah.
Man : In the King's play?
Woman : Is it the King's play or the Queen's play?
Man : I... I guess I'm not really sure. I've always just called it by it's name.
Woman : You're tempting fate.
Man : Well, I sometimes like to go to MACdonald's with my friend BETH.

Offstage Man's Voice (it's like he's squawking, painfully) : TO BE!!?!?

Man : God. I could do this better.
Woman : Why don't you?
Man : Because this play is stupid. And I don't know the lines.
Woman : We should write our own play.
Man : God. What a great idea. Who better to write plays than the people who have sit and listen to how awful they can be.
Woman : None of that emotional drivel.
Man : I love the word drivel.
Woman : It's a sophisticated word.
Man : And only has two syllables.
Woman : Mm. Yeah.

They gaze at each other.

Offstage Man's Voice : THAT! Is the question..

Woman : God. It takes forever.
Man : He's milking it tonight.
Woman : He is. When is he not?
Man : I'd like to take my tool that's tied to my beltloop with twine and

He gently swings his wrench.

Woman : Careful of the -
Man : I know. I built it.
Woman : Styrofoam.

pause.

Woman : It really looks like a real tombstone.
Man : Thanks. I based it off of my mother's.
Woman : I'm sorry.. when did she -
Man : She's not.. yet.. When I was twelve we planned ahead.
Woman : That's great that you can bring in your own life experiences to make your art.
Man : What if we -
Woman : Yes?
Man : What if we stopped the show.
Woman : The run?
Man : Well, yeah.. but right now. Someone needs to help these poor people being subjected to a dead language that they only pretend to appreciate or understand. Even a renaissance fair is better than this.
Woman : I love renaissance fairs.
Man : Me too.

Pause. They gaze.

Man : But it would have to be funny.
Woman : Really funny.
Man : Because this play isn't.
Woman : Not at all.

pause.

Woman : Funny.

The man stands up quickly. His crotch is eye-level and close to her face. She stares as he says his next line for just a moment, then stands up too.

Man (he whispers, but yells his whispers, he is impassioned) : With this wrench, we will save this audience. This show. We will do our own show. One that will change their view of theater,
Woman : Yes!
Man : Comedy,
Woman : Yes!
Man : Shakespeare.
Woman : Oh yes!

They storm out through the curtain.

Voice Offstage : What- What are you -

The sound of struggle. The sounds melons being smashed with a hammer.

Woman's Voice : Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for the interuption. The you were once seeing.
Man's Voice : And so quiet for -
Woman's Voice : In a bad way,
Man's Voice : Has been cancelled.
Woman's Voice : And now, we only have one question,

Grandiose pause.

Man's Voice (expectantly, as if to make the greatest punchline ever) : Are you ready to laugh?

Silence. The lights go out quickly.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Lunch.

A glass encased counter. An Asian, possibly Chinese, woman stands behind in a clean looking fast-food uniform. She is not an import, has no accent, merely looks "ORIENTAL." She looks kind of plain, but not unattractive.

More directly, it's like Subway, but not. At all. Subway. She smiles as a man enters the scene.

Ana : Hi sweetie.
Nick : Hi.
Ana : How are ya' today?
Nick : Oh. I'm great. How are you?
Ana : What can I get for you?
Nick : Uh. A sandwich. Made of - chicken.

Ana laughs, politely, but sincerely. She smiles.

Ana : What kind of bread?
Nick : Italian?

Ana looks.

Ana : Ohh, we're out of Italian.
Nick : Then how about....-
Ana : White?
Nick : Sounds good.

As she combines food, she smiles. Always pleasant and sincere.

Ana : Toasted?

She holds up the bread.

Nick : No, that's ok. I'm sure it's annoying to have to toast the bread.
Ana : What kind of cheese?
Nick : American.
Ana : Vegetables?
Nick : Uh - Tomatoes, onions, lettuce.
Ana : Tomatoes... onions... lettuce. Anything else?
Nick : No - well - what do you think? What do you like on yours?
Ana : I usually have mayonnaise.
Nick : I'll have that, then. Please.

She squirts mayonnaise from a tube onto the bread.

Ana : Anything else?
Nick : Just these chips.
Ana : The meal?
Nick : Yes, please.
Ana : I'm giving you the larger cup today, at no charge.
Nick : Oh! Ok, thanks.
Ana : Seven dollars, six cents, please.
Nick : Here's ten.
Ana : Out of ten - do you a dime or a quarter?

Nick searches around.

Nick : No.. I have another ten.
Ana : That's ok.

She hands him his change. He begins to grab his separate items, chips, cup, and sandwich. She stops him and puts it all in a bag.

Nick : Thank you.

She moves on to the next person and smiles. For the next two minutes, Nick imagines what it would be like to date Ana. Wondering about her parents, her lifestyle, how old she is. He then decides that they lead lives that are too different and forgets about it. Of course, the audience doesn't really know this. Maybe they should read the play instead.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

In The Future Technology Will Render Itself Obsolete

A news conference. David Titelwinks, an announcer stands at the podium. Josh Gergahue stands to the side. He is in a suit and the focus of the news conference. He has a rubber racketball ball in his pocket. Reporters stand in front with cameras, tape recorders, note pads.


David : Thank you all for coming today. Ladies and Gentleman, we've entered a stage in humanity and technology, that no other race or people has before. Never have we seen such growth so quickly. And coming from one source. Josh Gergahue. It the past three years, he has brought us new technology, improved our old technology and brought us to a point where it seems nearly impossible to move forward. But as he told me just before stepping out, we will. First, there was the portable phone. Phones had gotten so small already, but with Mr. Gergahue's innovation, he changed the landscape of the earpiece portable phone to the impossibly small velcro-chip. A small microchip that sticks to the hair of your face or ear by velcro. So small it's incredibly inobtrusive, so powerful no microphone or earpiece is needed. And the sound quality. You press scoffed when we first used the phrase, "Mono-Aural Surround Sound," but you quickly stopped when you first used it. As well, it could be used as a sattelite radio for sports, music, news, police scanners and Gergahue didn't stop there, he also pushed his engineers to make it a hearing aide. So no matter what age you are, you could always be with your portable phone. Always tuned into the world. Then there was the computer. Every home in the world, exluding the Amish, had computers. But with old, fake-looking graphics. Gergahue Inc first introduced, the total Virtual Monitor. A walnut-sized piece of electrical genius, powered by only a couple shakes in one's hand, that projected a three-dimensional world in one's room. A market place with high resolution graphics and the ability to move about your room and discover the cyber world. You could meet and see other people as they truly look, with their every movements, or go to Ghost and be invisible to those around you, while still maintaining the ability to see everything. We got everyone off their seat and into a new social world, with out ever having to leave your home. You could send voice message to each other merely by saying the commands,

The press in unison : Starship transmit

David : Yes! And public transportation. He fulfilled every child and adults' dreams when he introduced his Go! Tubes. He transformed the subway system of New York into a collection of temperature controlled, clean running tubes that would comfortably shoot people from location to location with the speed and delicacy of a humming bird, and even less noise. Added to that, for no additional cost, neighborhoods and even homes could have entryways installed to their homes, at a flat percentage of an annual income. That means that for 5% of what you make, no matter what you make, you could get a Go! Tube installed so you could go from breakfast to work in a few moments without worry of traffic, other people, awful smells anything at all. Time Magazine referred to them as wombs of joy, like being a fetus again with out the birth fluids. So cozy and simply pushed along by bursts of air. And the best part, nobody had to talk to each other.

The press clap.

David : Before I go on, I've clearly set you all up with some hints as to what Mr. Gergahue is bringing up in our talk today. Let me introduce, Josh Gergahue.

The press clap.

Josh : Thank you, David. That was quite the introduction. Friends in the Press, thank you for coming today. I know that you didn't have to accept our invitation and you could be covering something else entirely, like a parade or a child's play, but you chose me, us. So let's enter the new world of technological advancement. David has covered where we've been, now I'd like to talk about what's next. First. I'll start with the portable phone. We've gone from something that is stuck to the wall, or on a coffee table, to a phone that could only be brought a few feet from a single location to a candy-bar sized unit you carry with you to an earpiece, back to a watch communicator as a nostalgic throw back to the Dick Tracy comics, to pens that double as phones, lapel pin phones, then to the velcro chip, but now - we've gotten something even more incredible. And it's never costed less. Ladies and Gentleman, I give you the newest form of communication, simply called COMMUNICATION. Completely interactive, visual, and low-priced. Now, if David can walk into the other room.

David leaves.

Josh : Now, normally, with many older versions of vocal communications, we might have to turn on some speakers, or pipe in the dial tone, but right now, all I want you to know is that I have no ear piece. No microphone, simply - my body. Myself. Prepare for the future. Is he gone?

Someone nods.

Josh : Here we go.

He clears his throat.

Josh (speaking loudly clearly) : Hello? David?
David (offstage) : Yeah?
Josh : Josh, here.
David (offstage) : Oh! Hey! What's up?
Josh : Not much. I'm just testing out COMMUNICATION. You?
David (offstage) : Oh.. I'm just standing in the hallway, waiting for you to test it out.
Josh : Great! Well, I think that's enough.
David (offstage) : Bye.

Josh pauses. For effect. There is blank reaction from the press. One single camera flashes.

Josh : And I know what you're thinking, what about the music? With the Velcro Chip, you stored all of your music remotely, and so with only vocal commands you could access any song you own, piped into your ear. With COMMUNICATION, we've made it easier. Music comes to your mind, just as you think about. Right now. I'm thinking of the A-Team theme song. A classic tv show if you didn't know. And I can hear the theme song. Loud and clear. There's no worry of sound levels, it's as loud or soft as I want it to be. Music I haven't even heard before. There it is. There are no batteries, no earpieces, nothing but what's -

He mouths the words "right here" and points to his head.

Press person : How much music can it hold?
Josh : Infinite.
Another Press Person : I'm not sure I understand - could you tell me how you hear the music, again?
Josh : It's simple. I stand here, with no music, then think, Rolling Stones, and - Ha! There it is. I can hear it. I think about it, and there it is. And now moving on the home computer.

An uproar of talking from the press. It sounds disgruntled, but no words can be discerned.

Josh : Now I know what you're thinking. How could you possibly top the life changing, ever-transforming sphere that brought us a whole new 3D world? Simple.

The lights dim. A screen lowers from the ceiling. A video plays. A prophetic voice. The picture starts with a small boy in a living room, in front of an oversized computer. Over the next speech the boy gets older, the computer smaller. The color and picture more vivid and clear, until finally a man in his 30's handsome, with a 5 o'clock shadow and a persistant and perpetual smile. There is still just one thing not right by the end of the speech. The man will look kind of sad upon a final close up. Listless, in a funny way.

Voice : Imagine a world with information at your finger tips. At the click of a button you can access millions and millions of pages filling your brain with knowledge of the world around you. And now, imagine that world has become just a little clearer, faster, more interesting. You can talk to others in real time, shop, make more informed decisions about life, insurance, sexual preference. Now think, what if - just what if there was no button. Everything was voice commanded. You could command your computer to show you just about anything. And better yet, the computer is smaller than your fist, and projects a picture all around your room, and you are virtually there. But just virtually.

The voice pauses. The man looks listless. The room grows dark, blue. The camera pulls away, the walls fall and sunlight pours in. Around him is the center of a town in the midst of a farmer's market or flea market. Life surrounds him. The music is faster, as if to exclaim : Success! Everything is going to be o.k.! Throughout the next monologue the camera spins around the man accenting each point the voice makes. The man is happy, the colors are incredible.

Voice : Now what if everything around you suddenly became real. You could really touch what you saw, smell what could be smelled, hear a new kind of sound quality - untouched by engineers. You can feel a real breeze, see the open sky. What if you thought, "I'd like to shop for something from my wife, and then you could be there? No waiting for shipping, actually knowing what is in and what isn't. Working with an actual person to find what's right for you, experiencing reality at it most tangible, visceral, experiential. You think you get it, right now. Watching this screen, But you can't without truly experiencing OutLife, from Josh Gergahue.

The camera cuts to Josh, in a suit, smiling talking to associates, he turns to the camera.

Josh (on tv) : You're gonna love it.


The screen goes blank. The audience sits in silence. Josh walks to podium smiling. Proud.

Press person : So you basically just go out-
Josh : Yes! It's basic. It's simple. Unique. We're so proud of this. I can't even tell you. And now, the simplicity of short distance travel.
Press : Uh - sir, I'm not sure you can really improve on your current system. You've replaced all travel with tubes. I don't think anyone could be happier. It's clean, economical, friendly -
Another Press person : Uh- actually the only complaint I have is -well -

David brings out a podium, covered in a sky printed sheet, something underneath the sheet.

The Same Press Person : - it's kind of embarassing, but my hair, sometimes gets a little. And I'm going bald right here, slowly

He points to the front region of his hair, every looks a little closer and gives an "Ah" as if to say, "I see it."

The Same Press Person Still : And well, I have to have my hair just a certain way - to hide -

He sees a person next to him writing what he says down. He tries to grab the pen. There is a quick struggle, he gets the pen.

The Press Person Who Shall Now Be Known As Roger, As He Had Several Lines : Excuse me, to hide my ever-showing scalp. And the wind in the tubes messes my hair up.

Right upon the word "up" David pulls the sheet from the podium to reveal a bright red helmet with a bold of lightening on each side. Josh smirks. A pleasant smirk.

A Different Press Person : Jesus!
Josh : Ladies and Gentlemen, a helmet!
A Completely Different Press Person : Sir, does that helmet speed travel, or keep one safer?
Josh : No. It's soul purpose is to keep your hair from getting mussed while you travel in the tubes. It contains no batteries, no power outlet. And it costs two hundred dollars.

The press applaud, cheer, hoot and holler. And take lots of pictures.

Josh : I'm only kidding.

The press stop clapping abruptly, there arms drop quickly, disappointed.

Josh : Actually. What I'm suggesting is that you all start walking or riding bicycles to where you need to go. Really, how can you improve upon tubes? They're perfect.
Press Person : Can we still buy those helmets, though?
Josh : What?
Another Press Person : The helmets, will you really sell them? Can we purchase them?
Josh : No. I was only kidding. I mean, it's just an old motorcycle helmet we spray painted. It's a joke.
Another Press Person : How much did you say they were?
Josh : They're not for sale. You don't understand -
A Different Press Person : He said two hundred dollars.
Press Person : Thank you.

All of the press talk quickly loudly to eachother and leave.

Josh : Uh -

Monday, October 16, 2006

Fathers and Sons

A son, eating ice cream. It's chocolate. Chocolate is getting all over his face. He is standing next to his dad, who stands looking off. The son, who is maybe 8, licks his icecream to hard and it drops to the ground. He begins to cry.

Son : Daddy. It-it fell.
Father (annoyed) : What?
Son : The wind knocked it over.
Father : Knocked what over?
Son : My icecream cone.
Father : You dropped it.
Son : No. It fell.
Father : You dropped it on the ground. Stop crying.
Son : I - I - I'm sorry. I didn't mean
Father : For Christ's sake, stop crying!

He pushes his son a little.

Son : I can't help-
Father : Stop the fucking crying, you're not getting the ice cream back. It's ruined.
Son : Can- I get a - new-
Father : Jesus. No!

He pushes his son onto the ground. Violently.

Father : Get up, let's go.

The Son cries hard. The father goes to grab his hand. He gets it, the child shrieks. It is bloodcurdling. The Father picks up and holds the child. He is not happy.

Father : Jesus. Always fucking - grow up a little huh? That's all I want. Grow up.

He begins to walk a little, the child's crying subsides to sniffles. A man in a suit coat enters the stage. He looks to the ice cream, then to the Father holding his son. He applauds.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Underpants

A man, in underpants that are too small. He stands in front of a mirror turning and looking. Sucking his stomach in, letting it go. adjusting himself. He is in a bathroom. with a long mirror. A phone is by him. It is on speaker phone. Phil Collins, "One More Night" plays. It is Mono.

Customer Service Woman : Fruit of the loom, cause it fits?

The man jumps to phone.

Man : Hello? Hello?
Customer Service Woman : Yes. Hello.
Man : Hi my name is James. I'm calling from Nebraska.
Customer Service Woman : Hello James, what can I do for you today?
Man : I have a couple of questions.
Customer Service Woman : Well, maybe I have a couple of answers.

The man laughs, forcedly and continues quickly.

Man : Can you tell me about sizing for your -

He picks up the phone.

Man : for your men's underpants?
Customer Service Woman : I'm sorry?
Man : Men's underpants. The sizing, can you tell me about the sizing?
Customer Service Woman : Please hold.

The man goes back to hold. He stands for a moment. Presses speakerphone and puts the phone down. "One More Night" continues.

Automated Voice : Thank you for choosing Fruit Of The Loom. Because it fits. In order to direct your call I will need some information. Please say your answers loudly or press a numeric key for you answers. Are you ready? Say Yes or No. Or press 1 for yes, 2 for no.

Man : Yes.
Automated Voice : Your answers was, Yes. Is that correct? Say Yes or No. Or press 1 for yes, 2 for no.
Man : Yes.
Automated Voice : Thank you. Please listen to following list of options, then choose one. For Men's and Boy's wear, say Men's or Boy's wear, or press 1. For Woman's or Girl's wear, say Woman's or Girl's wear, or press 2.
Man : Men's or Boy's wear.
Automated Voice : You have chosen, Men's and Boy's wear. For Adult Male garments, say Adult Male garments or press 1. For Boy's garments, say Boy's garments or press 2.
Man : Adult Male garments.
Automated Voice : You have chosen Boy's garments. Please be aware, if you are an adult male making this call, please be aware that this call will be recorded and filed with the State of New York to help protect the children of America
Man : Wait, no. No.
Automated Voice : Please state your name and address. For operator assistance say operator or press 0.

The man walks over the phone and presses 0. The phone clicks. "One more night" plays again. He stands by the phone. Waiting.

Customer Service Woman : Fruit of the Loom, cause it fi-
Man : Hi. I was misdirected from the automated system.
Customer Service Woman : Ok. Let me track this phone call.

There is the sounded of typing. Then a pause.

Customer Service Woman : Mmmhmm. And you were trying for?
Man : Men's undergarments - Look I just have one quick ques-

One more night plays. In mono. Again.

Automated Voice : You have reached, Men's Garments. Were you inquiring about 1, Briefs, 2 Boxer Briefs, 3 Bo-
Man : Boxer briefs.
Automated Voice : -ers, 4 trunks, or 5 high fashion undergarments, press the number preceding each title or say each title.
Man : Boxer briefs.
Automated Voice : You have chosen, Boxer briefs. Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs are America's most comfortable underpant. With the freedom of boxers, but the fabric and comfort of a brief, boxer briefs graze in the happy middle of stylish, functional and attractive. Boxer briefs come in a variety of colors and styles, including flat black, red, gray and striped. Each pair comes with a superior elastic waistband.

The man sits down.

Automated Voice : You can even purchase Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs at most major shopping outlets. Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs come in four sizes, Small, for waists approximately thirty to thirty two, Medium, for waists approximately thirty four to thirty six, Large, for waists approximately thirty eight to forty, and extra large for waists forty two to forty four. Thank you for your interest in Fruit of the Loom.

The phone hangs up. The man waits. A dial tone rings. The man picks up the phone. A redialing phone is heard. He sits back down. The phone rings.

Automated Voice : Fruit of the Loom, cause it fits?
Man : Hi I'm-
Automated Voice : All of our representatives are currently working with other callers, please wait on the line.

"One More Night" plays for an obscene amount of time. The man goes to the bathroom the moment he flushes -

Customer Service Woman (the same from before) : Fruit of the -

she pauses.

Customer Service Woman : Loom. Because it fits.
Man : Pleae don't put me on hold, or transfer me. I have a simple, quick question.
Customer Service Woman : Ok, sir. How can I help you.
Man : Well, my name is James and I'm calling from Nebraska.
Customer Service Woman : Ok.
Man : I just bought a pair of boxer briefs from the store, sized medium, because that what I normally get with other brands. I thought this time I'd try Fruit of the Loom, because - well because it reminded me of when I was a kid and - anyway, that's not the point. Like I said, normally I get medium sized because I'm sized 34, and that's the size for a Hanes pair and what's listed for medium on your, but for some reason, the pair I'm wearing are just a bit snug.
Customer Service Woman : The pair you're wearing?
Man : Yeah.
Customer Service Woman : As in, right now you are currently wearing them?
Man : Yes.
Customer Service Woman (sighing) : Well sir. Studies have shown that Fruit of the Loom underwear tends to run smaller than other brands.
Man : Oh.
Customer Service Woman : Is there anything else I can help you with today?
Man : No, I mean.. I guess not. That's it? It just runs smaller? So I wasted 8 dollars on - and the time I spent on the-
Customer Service Woman : Thank you for calling Fruit of the Loom.

She hangs up. There is a dialtone. The man looks in the mirror, shaking his head. He puts his pants on and leaves.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Living on an Incline

A two floor house on an hill. It has a front yard. A tree. The stage has an acute angle when looking at it. Starting from the lowest point stage right, to the heighest on stage right. More houses as the hill goes down, more trees and a dirt hill as you go right. Two 30 year old parents stand in front of a house, looking uphill. A child on a bicycle with streamers on the handles rides down the hill, and falls a few feet short of the parents. He screams. His mother runs to him. His father walks, quickly. She looks at the wound. The child show it to her. He hurt his elbow.

Child : Mom, it looks like bird poop.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

rock.bottom.

a man lies in the middle of the floor, feet toward the audience.

man : i can't get up.

pause.

man : and i'm not hurt. i just laid down right here and

sighs.

man : it felt nice. so i stayed. i just didn't want to get up and an hour passed, then more time, more time, more time. and now. well. i just don't think i can get up. gravity has struck me down, fooled me into thinking i could overpower it at my own will. well gravity. you've won. and here i am. on the ground. face up. staring at the sky. which is gray. and sad.

An ice cream truck is heard is heard quietly.

man : and you know, it's just fitting that i

pauses, listens.

Man : that i just lay here. lay here like I'm a dead body. I doubt anyone would notice.

The music gets louder.

Man : I may as well just - .

He Pauses.

Man : I could really go for a Spongebob Squarepants icecream right now. That would taste good.

The music is almost overpowering with its twinkles and dinkles.

Man : That's it. I'm getting up and getting an icecream.

The man stays where he is.

Man : Oh. Right. Gravity. Ice cream truck! Ice cream truck! I can't come to you! Please stop and give me icecream! I'll give you money!

The man rolls onto his side, but then collapses back to his back.

Man : AH! Shit!

The music gets quieter until it's completely inaudible. Even if it takes a full minute. The man lets out a deep sigh vocal sigh.

man : fuck.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

amazement

A giant hand on stage. Psychadelic lighting.

A voice : Ohh. Mmmmm. Amazing. Wow. Ohhh... woooooow. MMMMMMM.

A gigantic knife with legs dances out on stage.

A voice : Amazing. Yes. Wow. Up and left down and right. Nails and air.

The gigantic knife cuts off finger by finger.

A voice : What? What? Oh my - God. Jesus! Stop it!

Blood spills on the stage. Spraying everywhere.

A voice : Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! God fucking fuck! Why would you do that? This is horrible! Why? Oh god it hurts!

The stage is a pool of blood. The knife dances off stage. The hand falls to the stage with a thump and a splash. Two fingers float down, they resemble a woman's fingers. Painted and nice.

A woman's voice : Hey. Hey. What's the matter?

No response.

Woman's Voice : Hey it - it'll be ok, ok? See? I'm ok.
A Voice : Wha-What? It hurts.
Woman's Voice : It can't be that bad.
Voice : It' pretty bad.
Woman's Voice : But, you know, just try it'll be ok.

The lady fingers bend like legs and stretch. The fingerless hand perks up slightly. The woman's voice giggles. The hand rises, blood streaming out and off.

Voice : Do you- ow. jesus.

The woman's voice giggles again and walks away. The hand lurches forward and falls again.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Perpetual Bowing

A brown doorway with no wall. The rest in black. The door opens. A man in a black shirt and jeans walks out. The sound applause is tremendous. He waves

Man : Oh! Ok. Thank you. Thank you.

We haves them down. The applause lowers, but never subsides. The man seems happy enough. He waits for a moment. His phone rings.

Man : Hello? Hey Jerry! What's up. You're on the train? Over the bridge? Let me think. That will be. Gosh. Uhm. That'll be about fifteen minutes, tops. No that's it, you're almost here. Yup.

He hangs up - immediately the audience begins applause again. Louder.

Man : Ah geez. Thanks. Yes. Thank you.
 
He is less amused and waves it down. It is quiet now, but slightly louder than before. Man starts to whistle, he struggles with a higher note. He licks his lips and hits the note. The audience erupts, it is almost deafening.

Man : Ok! Thank you! Yes! That's very nice! Thank you! I get it! Stop!

The audience goes silent for a moment. The man sneezes or coughs. Someone far away, ever so faintly, but with the passion of a thousand Italians, screams "i love you!" followed by a woman's voice saying the same. There is yelling. Then applause so loud it merely becomes a high pitched ringing. The man mouths the words "What the fuck?! I just sneezed! What is with you people!" as well as some other expletives. Finally, though the ringing has not stopped, he seems to think it has. He looks around listening for even the faintest sound. Nothing to him.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Attacked By A Facecloth

A classroom of children. They are quietly reading. A man runs in, screaming, with a facecloth on his face. The children scream. His screams are muffled.

Man : Somebody help me! Oh god somebody help me! Dear god in fucking heaven, someone help me!!

The children scream. The man runs around more, screaming "help me! help me!" he knocks over desks, the children scatter away from him.

Man : Someone in this place get off your ass and help me! This facecloth is attached to my face! It won't come off! Somebody! Please help me get it off!

The man trips and falls over. He pauses, on the floor and pants. One little boy walks over.

Little Boy 1 : Mister. I'm gonna pull it off your face.
Man : Fine! Yes! Pull!

The little boy pulls but fails.

Little Boy 1 : I - I'm sorry. It seems the facecloth is stuck by more than mere glue or will alone. I failed you.

The man pulls himself up to his feet.

Man : Who? Who tried to help me?
Little Boy 1 : I did. In front of you. The 8 year old boy. In a school uniform.
Man : A fucking child? A motherfucking goddamned shiteating child? Jesus Christ!

The man rubs his face all over the floor.

Man : Get this thing off. God! It won't come off.

A little girl touches his shoulder. He shoves her to the floor, she begins to cry.

Man : Ah, Christ. I -

The little girl, through her tears, offers him her carton of milk.

Little Girl 1 : Mister, I have some milk you can -

The man grabs the milk and pours it on his face. He pulls and it doesn't work.

Man : Ah this is so horrible. I couldn't imagine anything worse. Ever. I was just washing dishes and - I needed to wipe my face. Oh God!

He pulls out a gun and shoots himself in the face. In front of the children. They cry.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Sitting on a park bench

A man sits on a bench reading. He takes up much of the space. He's average. A woman comes, impossibly skinny, sees some space on the bench. She looks around, as if to look around for another bench. Nothing. She sits next to him, taking up a snall amount of space and so gently as if to not disturb the air around the man. He glances at her, blankly, then scoots over slightly. She waits, then slowly moves closer to the middle of the bench. With enough space, the both relax their legs a bit. Their knees touch, then move away.

Man : Sorry.
Woman : Oh. Sorry.

She pulls out a sandwich and begins eating it. She takes small bites. He turns the page. Their knees slip again. She fumbles with her sandwich and it falls apart in her lap. The man stands adjusts more, then realizes her sandwich fell.

Man : Oh. Jeez. I'm sorry - I.
Woman : No - it's me. I'm so clumsy. God. My pants.

She wipes off her pants. Some of the sandwich has fallen on the ground, he reaches down to pick it up.

Man : Here's your -

he clears his throat.

Man : Here's your meat.

She smiles.

Woman : Thank you.

She puts her sandwich in a napkin and puts it to the side. He continues reading. She puts her head phones on and walks away, passing him. He glances after she's gone and keeps reading.

Monday, October 02, 2006

My Dream Girl Don't Exist

A white stage. Two white lawn chairs. A little girl in a sun dress sits and swings her legs, pleasantly. The lights go out. The lights rise again to a man, early thirties. In a white t-shirt and white pants sits in the opposite chair. He has no shoes on. He looks around.

Sara : Hello.
Mike : Hi..?
Sara : How are you today?
Mike : Oh. A little confused?
Sara : Why are you confused?
Mike : Well, the last thing I rem-
Sara : My name's Sara.
Mike : Mike.

She reaches out her hand to shake. Mike obliges.

Sara : It's nice to meet you Mike.
Mike : And likewise you, Sara.
Sara : Do you like handslapping games?
Mike : I guess. When I was your age.
Sara : Put your hands out.

Mike does.

Sara : No. Put them face down. And when I try to slap yours, pull them away.
Mike : I remember this game, Sara.
Sara : Ok. Then do it right.. Mike.

He fixes his hands. He puts hers palm up underneath his. As her palms brush his, she giggles and looks away. He pulls his hands away quickly.

Sara : Aha! You flinched.

She gets up out her chair and punches him in the shoulder for each letter of his name. Hard.

Sara : M! I! K! E!
Mike : Jesus Sara. Not so hard.
Sara : It's too bad you don't go by Michael.
Mike : No. No it's not.
Sara : You have a nice face.
Mike : Thanks. I like your sun dress.
Sara : Do you want it?
Mike : What?
Sara : Do you want the sun dress? I've been wearing it a while and I don't really care for it anymore.
Mike : That's generous of you Sara, but I don't think it would fit me. And then you'd be naked.

She takes off her dress.

Sara : I'm wearing underpants, it's ok.

She gives him the dress and sits down, swinging her legs again.

Mike : Thank-
Sara : You're welcome.
Mike : I killed myself, you know.
Sara : I know. Hey, if you had to play baseball, like in the outfield, and there was a popfly, but instead of a baseball, would you rather have to catch a beehive or a a water balloon full of urine?
Mike : I -
Sara : I'd choose the urine. It's gross, but at least it's probably clean or sterile or whatever.
Mike : I might go with the beehive.
Sara : I could see that. You seem like the type of person who would do that.

There is a pause. Mike laughs.

Sara : What's so funny?
Mike : Oh.. nothing. You.
Sara : How am I funny?
Mike : I don't know. You just make me laugh. You're so full of joy.
Sara : Well. Everything here is white and I've been sitting in a lawn chair for a really long time. I think I've gone past the bored part or the angry part. Now I've just gotten to the point of waiting for a friend. And here you are, so I'm happy. And I feel lucky.

pause.

Sara : I killed myself too.
Mike : What?
Sara : I jumped into the Grand Canyon.
Mike : You - why?
Sara : I was sad.
Mike : Oh.. ... I was sad, too.
Sara : It was in 1986. I was eleven. I am eleven.
Mike : It was 2006. I'm thirty one.
Sara : Do you remember that show Out of This World?
Mike : Oh Wow. I do.
Sara : Looking back, it's a pretty stupid show, but I liked it a lot.
Mike : haha. Yeah. Me too.
Sara : I like chicken.
Mike : It's best with Spanish rice.

There is a pause. She gets up and sits on his lap.

Sara : I like you.

She puts her head on his neck, between his shoulder and jaw. He puts his arms around her. The lights turn warmer, like a sunset, and dim.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Filling In the Blanks

A Man and Woman.

Man : And I did what?
Woman : You told him that you'd rather go home without pants than get a parking ticket.
Man : And I-
Woman : Took off your pants.
Man : And then?
Woman : He just laughed, because it wasn't it your car.
Man : Jesus.
Woman : He enjoyed it at least.
Man : I don't remember any of that.
Woman : Yeah. It happened. Check your coat pocket.
Man : Why - what's in-

He walks offstage.

Woman : You'll see.
Man : What coat was I wearing last night?
Woman : The black one.
Man : With the stripes?
Woman : No, flat black. With the buttons.

Pause.

Man : What the -
The woman laughs. The man reenters holding a small pyramid.
Man : What is this?
Woman : That's from the drag queen.
Man : Drag -
Woman : Yeah.

Pause.

Man : I have have no idea what happened.
Woman : Derg. Nuff. Car. Persa meek opop.
Man : What?
Woman : Derg! Nuff. Car! Pers meek opop.
Man : Are you - What?

Two men dressed as a cow enter the scene. Once the reach the middle of the stage, the float away.

Man : This is a dream. This is a dream.

The man looks at the woman. He shrugs and punches her in the face. Very hard.

Woman : Ow! Fuck! What the fuck?!
Man : I'm sorry - something must be wrong - I thought-

She looks up at him and she now has a mustache.