Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Rock on
I saw this crazy Rocker dude today! His hair was in spikes and had more metal on his face Janet Jackson has on her nipples. He looked like that guy from Guitar Hero. Only i was Green!? What the F^uck, I Mean it's better then Blue hair (Cough, Cough)
Monday, January 14, 2008
The white scene
this is a scene from a play
I wrote called
"Jimmy Jeans and the Jesus Box"
The whole Play takes place on the subway.
This is the White scene.
(Two men walk on the train. They are father and son.)
Pop: (as he enters) I’m just saying I would have paid for cab.
Son: Don’t worry about it. I like the train.
Pop: Who doesn’t, but it’s not the train that scares me, it’s the (whispers) people!
Jimmy Jeans : What’s wrong with the people?!
(Everyone on the train looks at him)
Pop: Nothing (quieter) sees what I mean that man smell of well… I don’t know?
Son: He didn’t smell that bad.
Pop: He did! I can still smell him. It like alcohol, urine, and well I don’t know. It all came at me at once so I got scared. Why didn’t we take a cab again?
Son: I wanted to show you a real New York.
The New York I know. (Bum moans)
Pop: O. K, O.K (long pause; pop looks around for a minute then looks at Son)
Hey this isn’t so bad.
Son: (sleepily) Yup. (He closes his eyes)
Pop: What are you doing?
Son: What?
Pop: You can’t sleep on the train! People will do god knows what to you?
Son: Dad I’ll be fine. There’s a lot people on this train nothing with happen.
Pop: Well that’s the girl on Dateline said then, bam! She’s dead. (Train stops) Is this are stop?
Son: No.
Pop: Is it.
Son: Is this 14 street?
Pop: No?
Son: then it’s not us.
Pop: Oh, when is … break?
Son: Stop? (Pop nods) One more.
Pop: Well, (pause) What do I do?
Son: Read this. (Gives him a book)
Pop: Wow, New York shows. Hey let’s go see a show.
Son: Sure, which one?
Pop: Well, what about Rent what that about?
Son: Gays with aids in the 80’s.
Pop: What?
Son: It’s great. It’s an opera.
Pop: What?
Son: Well, rock opera.
Pop: Rock & roll on Broadway?
Son: Theirs a few like that.
Pop: Oh, how about Angels in America?
Is about gays in the 80’s with aids? (Laugh)
Son: Yeah, read it.
Pop: Wow it is. Well how about La cage Aux Folles?
Son: It’s about gays.
Pop: With aids in the 80’s.
Son: No. (Trains stops)
Pop: Oh, let’s see that. (They exit)
Pop: (as he enters) I’m just saying I would have paid for cab.
Son: Don’t worry about it. I like the train.
Pop: Who doesn’t, but it’s not the train that scares me, it’s the (whispers) people!
Jimmy Jeans : What’s wrong with the people?!
(Everyone on the train looks at him)
Pop: Nothing (quieter) sees what I mean that man smell of well… I don’t know?
Son: He didn’t smell that bad.
Pop: He did! I can still smell him. It like alcohol, urine, and well I don’t know. It all came at me at once so I got scared. Why didn’t we take a cab again?
Son: I wanted to show you a real New York.
The New York I know. (Bum moans)
Pop: O. K, O.K (long pause; pop looks around for a minute then looks at Son)
Hey this isn’t so bad.
Son: (sleepily) Yup. (He closes his eyes)
Pop: What are you doing?
Son: What?
Pop: You can’t sleep on the train! People will do god knows what to you?
Son: Dad I’ll be fine. There’s a lot people on this train nothing with happen.
Pop: Well that’s the girl on Dateline said then, bam! She’s dead. (Train stops) Is this are stop?
Son: No.
Pop: Is it.
Son: Is this 14 street?
Pop: No?
Son: then it’s not us.
Pop: Oh, when is … break?
Son: Stop? (Pop nods) One more.
Pop: Well, (pause) What do I do?
Son: Read this. (Gives him a book)
Pop: Wow, New York shows. Hey let’s go see a show.
Son: Sure, which one?
Pop: Well, what about Rent what that about?
Son: Gays with aids in the 80’s.
Pop: What?
Son: It’s great. It’s an opera.
Pop: What?
Son: Well, rock opera.
Pop: Rock & roll on Broadway?
Son: Theirs a few like that.
Pop: Oh, how about Angels in America?
Is about gays in the 80’s with aids? (Laugh)
Son: Yeah, read it.
Pop: Wow it is. Well how about La cage Aux Folles?
Son: It’s about gays.
Pop: With aids in the 80’s.
Son: No. (Trains stops)
Pop: Oh, let’s see that. (They exit)
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