The jacket

Ιανουαρίου 23, 2008

Character: Herb, Age 33 Alcoholic Public Transit Worker.

Herb: (speaking to his wife) I used to think that my biggest problems were with drinking. Why I was out all night or if the next day at work would be my last. But now everywhere I go I’m looking over my shoulder and the walls, and the streets, and the buildings are closing in on me. It’s scary we don’t talk anymore. These cops…these cops are asking me all sorts of questions and I’m getting followed. He won’t stop, with his long black jacket following me all because of what I’ve seen. I wish I could tell you that I got drunk and I don’t remember anything from that night. I wish I could gauge my fucking eyes out so I wasn’t so paranoid, but I can’t . I just can’t. It was real and it’s scaring the shit outta me. Everything about all of this is so fucked up; it’s so suspicious except you. You’re not fucked up, you’re my wife and it’s still another problem. My wish is that you were the one asking me questions or following me so I could get to know my wife who I’ve drank into my memory. I’m just scared that’s all.



Ιανουαρίου 23, 2008

MonologueFootball, and all of its complications, is not easy. Everything happens for a reason and too many decisions have to be made in too short of time for any high school student. I was 16. My memory of the night was that the sky was as black as I had ever seen it. It was almost like it knew something that no one else knew. It happens so fast you don’t have any time to worry or fear of what might happen. The moment you become scared or worried is the moment you get hurt. I tried to get away as fast as I could but a herd of bodies drove me violenlty out of bounds. I stood up with the voices of my teammates assuring me that I was fine and that they were proud of me. I know that they were. You can just feel sincerity crawl down your spine and into your stomach when you hear it under lights. I remember the last thing I heard was my brother telling me that I was all right before I, from what I’ve been told, passed out and suffered from a seizure. And when I woke up there were people standing over top of me. There must have been at least five of them with beaded sweat of concern and the only comfort I felt was my father’s influence. He looked at me as he stood with my mother. He looked at me out of where I was. It was the honesty in his face that made mw feel invincible. That no stretcher or opponent or doctor could tell me anything that disagreed with him. My mother remained above me through it all, like a portrait hanging from a wall for centuries for every tourist to gawk at in awe. Moving along on the stretcher, my eye level was at everyone’s waistline and I remember passing cheerleaders on my way into the ambulance. I passed each and enery one of them and they were faceless. As I passed each skirt I could feel. My hands. My toes. My heart.

Clothing project beginning

Ιανουαρίου 23, 2008

There are rows of clothing racks on stage. Maybe four or five. There are actors weaving in and out of each other looking at various clothes on the racks as if they were shopping. Their voices make a lot of noise as they comment on the clothes they like and dislike, but you cannot clearly make out what each individual is saying.

Either fade the lights out or…………………..

A guy and a girl’s voice become distinct above the rest of the people.

Guy: (holds up a shirt) What do you think of this?
Girl: (holds up a shirt) What do you think of this?
Guy: This might be too big for me.
Girl: This is my size. It’s pretty cute. I can pull this off.
Guy: I don’t know about the color. Wonder if there are different ones my size.
Girl: I could wear this top on Saturday. I think it’s supposed to be warm.
Guy: I just don’t know. (pause) Whatever, I’ll just buy it.
Girl: This would look great with jeans. My friends would love it. They would wish that they had it. I am in love with this top. (She pauses and puts it back on the rack) Let’s see what else they have.