CONVERSATIONS WITH NICK ABOUT GUN SAFETY

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Me: Whoa. What are you watching?

Nick: Cannons.

Me: How did you find the Discovery channel documentary on cannons?

Nick: I got it myself.

Me: Wait. You just clicked around on youtube until you found it?

Nick: Uh-huh.

Me: While I was getting my coffee.

Nick: Uh-huh.

Me: Well, here’s the thing. Cannons are like, you know, big guns. And we don’t like guns. You’re not allowed to touch a gun. And I’m not allowed to touch a gun. Mommy’s not allowed to touch a gun. Only very special people who know how to use a gun are allowed to touch a gun. So if you ever see a gun, just don’t touch it. Just don’t even… Don’t touch any guns. Ever. They’re very, very, very dangerous and you shouldn’t touch them. Even if you think they’re safe, don’t touch them. If you don’t know if it’s a real gun or a toy gun, just don’t even go near it because you just don’t know. Don’t touch guns, or cannons or anything. Just don’t do it. Don’t touch them. Ever. Understand?

Nick: Uh-huh.

Me: Nick, look at me. Do you understand?

Nick: I’M GONNA SHOOT YOU WITH A REAL CANNON!

Me: Okay…just…let me start over.

CONVERSATIONS WITH NICK ABOUT RACE

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1.

Nick: Dad?

Me: Yes.

Nick: Can I listen to Mikeson Jackson?

Me: Michael.

Nick: Michael Jackson.

Me: Sure.

Nick: Daddy?

Me: Yes.

Nick: What he sing about?

Me: Well…uh…okay… he’s singing about how it doesn’t matter what color your skin is. That you can still be whoever you want and it doesn’t matter.

Nick: What color is my skin?

Me: Brown.

Nick: What color is your skin?

Me: White.

Nick: I like the color of my skin!

Me: You should! It’s beautiful.

Nick: When I go in the sun, it gets darker!

Me: You know what they call people with your skin color? African-American.

(long pause)

Nick: Daddy?

Me: Yes.

Nick: SMELL MY FEET!

2.

Nick: Mom?

Al: Yes, Nick?

Nick: I have brown skin and I’m Abrican-American.

Al: African-American.

Nick: African-American. Mom?

Al: Yes, Nick?

Nick: What’s African?

Al: Africa is a place that’s far, far away on the other side of the world.

Nick: We can go there?

Al: Maybe when you grow up. It’s really far away.

Nick: Hmmmm… WE MIGHT HAVE TO TAKE TWO PLANES TO GO THERE AND I MIGHT UPCHUCK!

CONVERSATIONS WITH NICK – Breakdown at the car dealership

 

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Nick: Daddy

Me: Yes.

Nick: Can I climb on this wall?

Me: No.

Nick: Why?

Me: Because it’s dangerous and you’ll fall down.

Nick: Daddy?

Me: Yes.

Nick: My tummy is hungry.

Me: After mommy is done signing the papers, we’ll get lunch.

Nick: No! I don’t want to wait and get lunch! I want to eat something now!

Me: Not right now. In a few minutes. We’ll have the new car and we can drive it home then get some lunch. Won’t that be cool?

Nick: No! I want something from the vending machine!

Me: You already had a bag of crackers.

Nick: No! I want something else!

Me: Nick, you can’t have anything else to eat right now.

Nick: Pleeeease! I’m hungry. I’m hungry, daddy. Please can I have something to eat? I’m hungry. I want something to eat. I’m hungry. Can I please have something to eat daddy? Please? I want something. Please? Daddy, can I have something to eat? I’m hungry. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. I want something. I want something to eat. Please could I have something to eat? Please? Daddy I want something to eat. Please can I? I want to, dad. I want something. I’m hungry. Please can I have something. I want something to eat. Please, daddy? I’m hungry.

Me: Oh, my God. Don’t say “I’m hungry” one more time. Don’t do it.

Nick: I’m thirsty.

Me: You just had a bottle of water.

Nick: Please, dad can I have something?

Me: No.

Nick: OKAY! I’M JUST GOING TO EAT MY FINGER! I’M EATING MY FINGER! MMMMM! MY FINGER IS TASTY, DADDY! I ATE IT ALREADY! NOW I GONNA EAT MY OTHER FINGERS! MMMMM! I EATING ALL MY FINGERS! THEY ARE THE MOST DELICIOUS THING I EVER TASTED! TASTE THEM, DADDY! TASTE MY FINGERS!

Me: I DON’T WANT TO TASTE YOUR FINGERS! STOP IT! STOP IT!

Nick: Okay. Daddy?

Me: Yes.

Nick: Can I climb on this wall?

CONVERSATIONS WITH NICK ABOUT DEATH AGAIN BECAUSE OH MY GOD SOMEONE HELP ME MY KID CAN’T STOP TALKING ABOUT DEATH.

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Scene: Walking through the neighborhood.

Nick: Dad?

Me: Yes.

Nick: Tell about Baxter.

Me: Well, Baxter was the dog we had before Jessie. Before you were born.

Nick: Where Baxter go?

Me: Baxter died.

Nick: But where he go?

Me: Well… no one really knows what happens when people die. Some people think we go somewhere else.

Nick: Where?

Me: Well… okay… some people think that we go to a place called Heaven.

Nick: Where’s Heaven?

Me: No one really knows. No one knows if it’s something that’s…that’s… all around us or if it’s just an idea or if it’s inside of us…

Nick: Maybe when we die, we know.

Me: Maybe.

Nick: Daddy?

Me: Yes.

Nick: Did Baxter die when Beethoven died?

Me: No. They were many years apart.

Nick: Oh. Daddy?

Me: Yes.

Nick: Why Baxter die?

Me: Well…um… he was getting sick. And we could tell he wasn’t feeling well so we took him to the doctor and the doctor said he was very sick. So we brought him home and we took care of him until he died. It was very sad and very scary.

Nick: Maybe when we die, we see him!

Me: Try not to sound too excited about that, okay?

Nick: Why?

Me: Because when we die we don’t come back. The important thing is to enjoy life and love each other for as long as we’re… you know… not …dead.

(Neighbors walk by, walking a dog.)

Nick: Hi!

Neighbor: Hi, there.

Nick: I HAVE A DOG TOO!

Neighbor: You do?

Nick: UH-HUH! NAMED JESSIE! WE USED TO HAVE A DOG NAMED BAXTER! BUT HE DIED! NOW HE’S IN A SPECIAL PLACE THAT YOU CAN ONLY SEE WITH BINOCULARS!

Neighbor: Oh! Uh-huh. (pause) Well, bye!

Nick: BYE! Daddy?

Me: Yes.

Nick: If we walk far will we find heaven?

Me: No. No one knows where Heaven really is.

Nick: Maybe we have to walk again tomorrow night. Maybe we find it then.

Me: Maybe.

CONVERSATIONS WITH NICK – TIME OUT

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Nick is my three year old son. Allison is my wife. That’s really all you need to know. Recently, Nick is into role-playing – he pretends to be me or Allison. This happened the other night after dinner.

Nick: Daddy?

Me: Yes, Nick.

Nick: Let’s play I’m the daddy and you in time out.

Me: Okay.

Nick: You go in time out right now!

Me: Me? What did I do?

Nick: You did a wrong thing!

Me: But what did I do? Be specific.

Nick: You did a wrong thing and have to go to time out!

Me: But I don’t want to go to time out!

Nick: Yes, you have to! Sit in that chair and don’t come out until time out is over! And don’t play with your toys or anything, either.

Me: But I have to help mommy clean the kitchen.

Nick: No. You’re in time out. I gonna clean.

Me: Okay, cool.

Nick: Don’t talk in time out.

Al: Nick, let daddy out of time out.

Nick: I’m not Nick. I’m daddy. That’s Nick.

Al: Daddy needs to help clean the kitchen.

Me: I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m in time out.

Nick: Don’t talk in time out!

Al: But then who’s going to help clean?

Nick: I will.

Me: Awesome.

Nick: Don’t talk! AND DON’T LOOK AT YOUR PHONE!

Me: Sorry.

Al: Nick, seriously. Let daddy out of time out so he can help.

Me: Sorry, Al. I’m in time out.

Al: Seriously?

Me: I did something wrong, apparently. I can’t help you. I’m in time out.

Al: Oh my God, I hate you so bad right now.

Nick: Don’t say “hate!”

Al: Sorry.

Nick: PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY!

Me: Sorry.

Al: So, this game is going well.

Nick: You stay in time out, Nick! I’m gonna clean!

Me: Look, he’s helping you clean. We’re teaching him to help.

Al: We’re not teaching him to help! He’s pretending he’s you! We’re teaching him that daddy cleans up his messes!

Me: Whatever. I’m in time out.

CONVERSATIONS WITH NICK ABOUT DEATH (KIND OF)

Nick is my 3 year old son. My wife Allison and I adopted him in Las Vegas the week he was born (Yay, adoption!) Since then, I’ve been posting my conversations with him on my facebook page. Here are a few of them

CONVERSATIONS WITH NICK ABOUT DEATH (KIND OF)

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1.

Scene: Nick is in bed, light are out.

NICK: (Whispering) Daddy?

ME: Yes, Nick?

NICK: I see ghost.

ME: What?

NICK: I see ghost, daddy.

ME: Um…where?

NICK: (pointing toward hallway) Out there.

ME: You see a ghost out there?

NICK: Uh-huh.

ME: Okaaaay…in the hallway?

NICK: No. Outside.

ME: You saw a ghost outside?

NICK: Uh-huh. Ghost.

ME: What was it doing?

NICK: Eat grass.

ME: Eat grass?

NICK: Uh-huh. At farm. I see ghost.

(pause)

ME: Are you saying “goats?”

2.

Scene: Outside with Nick. It’s Fall, sun is doing down.

Me: Wow. Getting windy.

Nick: Is it Halloween right now?

Me: Not yet. What are you gonna be for Halloween?

Nick: Spider-man. And mommy is an octopus and daddy is Robin.

Me: I dressed up like Robin when I was little. My grandma made my costume.

Nick: Where your gramma?

Me: She passed away before you were born.

Nick: Why she pass away, daddy?

Me: Oh, um… She was old. She got old. And old people eventually…they…pass away.

Nick: You gonna be old?

Me: Not for awhile. That’s a cool truck!

Nick: You gonna pass away?

Me: No…not…I mean yes, but…

Nick: Mommy gonna pass away?

Me: No! I mean…

Nick: Who gonna watch me when I sleep??? I gonna cry!!!

Me: No one! I mean no one is gonna pass away!

Nick: Why your gramma pass away?

Me: I don’t know!

Nick: Maybe wind was too strong.

Me: Maybe. Okay. Time to go in. I think it’s gonna rain.

Nick: Don’t worry, daddy. I keep you safe.

Me: You will? How you gonna do that?

Nick: (taps chin) Hmmm… I put you under a blankee until storm passes.

Me: That sounds good.

3.

Scene: Nick, Me and Al are in a car driving… somewhere.

Nick: Mommy? Do only animals die?

Al: No, honey. People die too.

Nick: Hmmm. I don’t know what happens when people die.

Al: Well…uh…

Me: Um… Well… When you die.. You, you…live inside…um…the people that love you.

Al: That’s a bit of a stretch, daddy.

Nick: Someone can’t live inside someone’s tummy!

Al: See?

Me: Okay, you try.

Al: Well, Nick, when someone dies, they live on in our memory.

Nick: AND THEN WE GET DIZZY AND OUR HEAD POPS OFF!

Al: Oh, dear.

Nick: AND THEN IT GETS STUCK IN A BEEHIVE!

Me: Yes, that’s exactly what happens.

Al: David!

Me: Sorry mommy, but it’s time for Nick to learn the truth about the beehive.

ST. ELMO’S FIRE: THE ROUGH DRAFT – A Play for Monday, 6/30/14

ST. ELMO’S FIRE: THE ROUGH DRAFT*

(Billy, played by Rob Lowe, has just entered the apartment of Jules, played by Demi Moore. Jules is sad because she is broke and has been fired from her job. She is sitting in the middle of her empty apartment with the windows open, trying to freeze herself to death.)

JULES: Do you know what I’ve been doing every day since I got fired?

BILLY: What?

JULES: I’ve been sitting in the hospital with my step-monster. We’ve had the best talks we’ve ever had. Of course, she’s in a coma, which really pisses me off. Because all that time…I just waited… for one word from that woman… about why my father hates me so much.

BILLY: Jules, you know… honey, this isn’t real. You know what it is? It’s St. Elmo’s fire.

JULES: It’s what?

BILLY: St. Elmo’s Fire. An atmospheric disturbance and strange weather phenomena. Luminous plasma is created from a coronal discharge. It’s caused by the electric field in the atmosphere, such as you might find during a thunderstorm or a volcanic eruption.

JULES: Yeah. So all my  problems are like a thunderstorm or volcano?

BILLY: Not exactly. You see St. Elmo was one of two names for St. Eramus. The other was St. Erasmo. He was the patron saint of sailors. Some sailors considered St. Elmo’s Fire to be good luck. Still others considered it an omen of bad luck because it would interfere with their compass readings.

JULES: You know what? I maxed out all my credit cards and slept with my boss.

BILLY: Uh-huh. Physically, St. Elmo’s Fire glows blue or violet and is occasionally accompanied by a buzzing sound. You can see it on lightning rods, aircraft wings and even cattle horns.

JULES: What is… I’m so confused. Is this a metaphor?

BILLY: It is.

JULES: I’m not sure I understand it.

BILLY: You see, in ancient Greece, a single flame from St. Elmo’s Fire was called a Helene. And Welsh Mariners called it a “spirit candle.”

JULES: So you’re saying that I need a “spirit candle” and that’s what you are? Are you my spirit candle?

BILLY: No. On May 9th, in 1605, during the second voyage of John Davis who was under the command of Sir Edward Michelbourne, an anonymous writer described it thus, “”In the extremity of our storm appeared to us in the night, upon our maine Top-mast head, a flame about the bigness of a great Candle, which the Portugals call Corpo Sancto, holding it a most divine token that when it appeareth the worst is past. As, thanked be God, we had better weather after it.”

JULES: So it’s like… now that I’ve seen St. Elmo’s Fire, everything’s going to be okay. The worst is past.

BILLY: Not really.

JULES: Okay, well fuck you then because I don’t understand this metaphor at all.

BILLY: Just listen. I know you’ve got some self-created drama going on. But it’s nothing. Just like St. Elmo’s Fire is nothing.

JULES: What do you mean, nothing? You just said St. Elmo’s Fire was a luminous volcano or something.

BILLY: Not quite. It’s a fire that isn’t actually a fire. Do you see?

JULES: So that’s why I was “fired” then? I’m so confused.

BILLY: No, no, no. You’re not getting it. St. Elmo’s Fire is a symbol.

JULES: Yes, I know it’s a fucking symbol. I got that part. Then you crashed into my apartment and I told you all my problems and then you started in on this metaphor and I was really patient and listened because I figured it was going to make sense at some point but you are not making me feel better.

BILLY: St. Elmo’s fire is reported to have been seen during the Siege of Constantinople by the Ottoman Empire in 1453.

JULES: Stop it! You need to simplify your metaphor! This is too complicated! You are stressing me out! I just tried to kill myself!

BILLY: You weren’t trying to kill yourself. You were just following your flame. Your St. Elmo’s Fire flame. But it was glowing in the air and you saw it and were following it, but then the thunderstorm came…

JULES: You are making this shit up as you go along! What is wrong with you! Your metaphors make no sense!

BILLY: Of course they do!

JULES: I just got out of college! I know what a metaphor is! It’s when there’s this thing and it’s in a story and it means something bigger and you relate to it because it means something.

BILLY: Okay, that’s the worst definition of a metaphor I’ve ever heard.

JULE: Oh, well please talk more about St. Elmo’s Fucking Fire then, because that’s the most eloquent, fascinating thing I’ve ever heard!

BILLY: Fine! In Ann Radcliffe’s 1794 novle “The Mysteries of Udolpho,” the character of Emily says “And what is that tapering of light you bear? See how it darts upwards,—and now it vanishes!”

JULES: OH MY GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH!

BILLY: I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU WITH A METAPHOR! IF YOU HATE ME, THEN YOU MUST HATE LITERATURE AND SMARTNESS!

JULES: I do not hate smartness. I just hate people that come up with bullshit metaphors!

BILLY: Oh, does that happen to you a lot? Does it? Maybe it’s you then. Maybe you just have this attitude like “Someone tell me a bullshit metaphor.” You ever think about that? I’ll bet it’s your fault!

JULES: That is not a real problem that anyone has! There aren’t people that attract bad metaphors! There are only people who use bad metaphors and can’t seem to let go of them!

BILLY: Fuck off! St. Elmo’s Fire is an awesome metaphor!

JULES: It is not! It is lame! It makes no sense!

BILLY: Then how come Brian Eno has a song called “St. Elmo’s Fire” on his third studio album featuring King Crimson guitarist Robert Fripp??? You have an answer for that, smart lady?

JULES: SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!

(JULES runs across the room and jumps out the window.)

BILLY: Jules! Jules!

NEXT SCENE: BILLY is in the St. Elmo’s Bar with the others.

BILLY: I tried my best, but it wasn’t enough. In the end, I guess Jules was just too sad to go living.

LESLIE: Poor Jules.

ALEC: I’m gonna miss her.

BILLY: She’s still out there, guys. Leading us all like ships through the storm. You know what she’s like?

WENDY: Is she like Jesus?

BILLY: No. She’s like St. Elmo’s Fire.

WENDY: Oh. Because the whole “ships through the storm” thing sounded like you were going to say Jesus.

BILLY: No. She’s definitely like St. Elmo’s Fire. Do you guys want to hear how she’s like St. Elmo’s Fire?

ALEC: Oh, wow! Look at the time. I have to…do this thing…

KIRBY: Yeah, I’ve got this crush on an older woman still, so I’d better…

BILLY: That older woman is your St. Elmo’s Fire, Kirby.

KIRBY: Okay. Wow. Gotta run.

WENDY: Yeah. Getting late.

(They all leave, leaving BILLY alone)

BILLY: (to himself)
“ To every article.
I boarded the king’s ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement: sometime I’ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join.”

FADE TO BLACK

*Special thanks to the screenplay of ST. ELMO’S FIRE as well as the Wikipedia page for St. Elmo’s Fire.

NERVOUS BREAKDOWN OF A DRAMA TEACHER – A Play for Monday 7/16/14

NERVOUS BREAKDOWN OF A DRAMA TEACHER

A Play for Monday 7/16/14

Scene: A classroom. There are pictures of Shakespeare hung on the walls, as well as several copies of “Best Short Plays of 1982” even though the play takes place in the present.

MS. LANDIS: Okay, guys. So before we do a run through of the play, I just want to remind everyone that we only have two more rehearsals left before our final dress on Thursday. Then the show opens Friday night. I need everyone to be here at every rehearsal between now and then. Are there any questions?
CRAIG: When is the next rehearsal?
MS. LANDIS: Well, we’re having a rehearsal right now. You are at rehearsal right now. Then we’re having rehearsals every day after school until Friday.
TAMMY: Tomorrow?
MS. LANDIS: Yes. There is rehearsal tomorrow. We’re having rehearsal every day after school until Friday.
TAMMY: We’re not rehearsing Friday?
MS. LANDIS: No. Because we’re performing the show on Friday. So it’s not a rehearsal. It’s a performance.
DANIEL: Where?
MS. LANDIS: Here. Right here. Same place we always rehearse.
CRAIG: Are we rehearsing Thursday?
MS. LANDIS: Yes. We are rehearsing every day after school until Friday.
TAMMY: Tomorrow?
MS. LANDIS: Yes, Tammy. You already asked me if we were rehearsing tomorrow and I said yes. We are rehearsing every day after school until Friday when we will perform the play.
DANIEL: Here?
MS. LANDIS: Yes, Daniel. The play will be performed here.
TAMMY: I have a question.
MS. LANDIS: Okay.
TAMMY: Are we gonna perform the play for the whole school?
MS. LANDIS: Well, anyone who wants to come and see the play can come. It’s open to everybody.
CRAIG: Can my parents come?
MS. LANDIS: It’s open to everybody.
CRAIG: Can my cousins come?
MS. LANDIS: It’s open to everybody.
CRAIG: Can my dad come?
MS. LANDIS: If he is one of your parents, then yes he can come.
DANIEL: Do I have to have my lines memorized?
MS. LANDIS: Yes.
DANIEL: When?
MS. LANDIS: Well, you should have memorized them by now. You have three days to memorize your lines.
DANIEL: How come we’re not doing the show tonight?
MS. LANDIS: How would you do the show when you don’t have your lines memorized?
DANIEL: I don’t know. Are you married?
MS. LANDIS: (ignoring him) Yes, Craig. You have your hand raised.
CRAIG: Can my dad come?
MS. LANDIS: Yes, I already said he can come. It’s open to everybody.
TAMMY: I can’t come on Friday.
(pause)
MS. LANDIS: What?
TAMMY: I have something.
MS. LANDIS: What do you have?
TAMMY: Track.
MS. LANDIS: It’s December.
TAMMY: I mean Chess Club.
MS. LANDIS: You will have to miss Chess Club this Friday.
TAMMY: I can’t. Mr. Simmons gets really mad.
MS. LANDIS: Well, I will get really mad if you miss the performance.
TAMMY: Yeah, but Mr. Simmons gets really, really mad.
DANIEL: Ms. Landis, do you have a boyfriend?
CRAIG: My dad can’t come.
MS. LANDIS: How do you know?
CRAIG: I just called him.
MS. LANDIS: Okay. Everyone. Stop calling people during rehearsal. We have to get through the show tonight. We’ve never run the show with all three of you here. Not even once.
TAMMY: Are we ever gonna do the show for real?
MS. LANDIS: What do you mean?
TAMMY: I mean for real, for real.
MS. LANDIS: I don’t know what you…we’re doing it… yes…we are doing it for real this Friday.
TAMMY: I have Photography Club.
MS. LANDIS: You can’t go to Photography Club.
DANIEL: Those are nice earrings, Ms. Landis.
MS. LANDIS: Stop complimenting my earrings!
DANIEL: I only did it that one time. Geez.
CRAIG: Ms. Landis?
MS. LANDIS: Yes?
CRAIG: Could my dad give his ticket to someone else? He’s asking me right now.
MS. LANDIS: He’s asking…? PUT DOWN THE PHONE!
CRAIG: (into phone) I gotta go…
TAMMY: Are we rehearsing Thursday?
MS. LANDIS: YES! YES! WE ARE REHEARSING THURSDAY!
TAMMY: Not Friday?
MS. LANDIS: THERE IS A PERFORMANCE ON FRIDAY! WE ARE PERFORMING THE SHOW ON FRIDAY NIGHT!
TAMMY: I think I have a thing at the Boys & Girls Club.
MS. LANDIS: I don’t give a shit! You have to be at the show on Friday night! If you’re not there, we can’t do the show!
TAMMY: Why can’t I do my part on Saturday?
MS. LANDIS: Because that’s not how it works! You have to be there when everyone else is there! You can’t just show up anytime you want and say your lines if nobody else is there to say their lines! That makes no sense!
TAMMY: Can everyone else come on Saturday?
DANIEL: I can.
CRAIG: What time?
MS. LANDIS: No! The play is on Friday night! It’s not on Saturday! It’s on Friday! You all have to be here Friday!
TAMMY: What if I have something else?
MS. LANDIS: You can’t go to chess club! You can’t go to track! You can’t go to Photography club!
TAMMY: No, I have this other thing.
MS. LANDIS: Oh, my God. What other thing?
TAMMY: I don’t know. It’s like this thing where I go to the auditorium and I say all these words.
MS. LANDIS: THAT’S THIS!!! THAT’S THE PLAY!!! YOUR OTHER THING IS ACTUALLY THIS THING! IT’S THE PLAY! IT’S NOT SOME OTHER THING! IT’S THIS THING!
TAMMY: Oooooohhhhh…
CRAIG: I might not be able to come on Friday. I have to drive my cousin somewhere.
MS. LANDIS: You’re fourteen!!!
CRAIG: I know.
DANIEL: I don’t know if I can come either. My brother just bought his tux for prom and we have to all be there to watch him try it on.
MS. LANDIS: Seriously? Seriously???
TAMMY: I have Float Practice.
MS. LANDIS: What the hell…? That’s not even a thing!!! Float Practice is not a thing!!! That doesn’t mean anything!!! These are lame fucking excuses!!!
DANIEL: Do you cuss out your boyfriend like that?
MS. LANDIS: I don’t have a boyfriend!
DANIEL: I knew it!
CRAIG: My mom has a new boyfriend.
MS. LANDIS: SHUT-UP! SHUT-UP! EVERYBODY SHUT-UP AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR GODDAMN LIVES! WE ARE DOING A PLAY! WE’VE BEEN REHEARSING IT FOR SIX WEEKS! WE ARE PERFORMING IT THIS FRIDAY! WE ARE REHEARSING IT EVERY NIGHT BETWEEN NOW AND THEN! AND YOU WILL COME HERE ON TIME AND YOU WILL REHEARSE! YOU KNOW HOW TO BE ON TIME! WHEN YOU WANT TO SEE A MOVIE, YOU KNOW HOW TO GET TO THE THEATRE ON TIME SO YOU DON’T MISS ANY OF IT! SO WHY ARE YOU CONSTANTLY SHOWING UP LATE FOR REHEARSALS LIKE IT’S TOTALLY OUT OF YOUR CONTROL? THAT MAKES NO SENSE! AND WHY CAN’T YOU MEMORIZE A DOZEN STUPID LINES? YOU KNOW EVERY WORD OF EVERY KANYE SONG TEN SECONDS AFTER YOU HEAR IT FOR THE FIRST TIME! YOU ARE GOING TO SHOW UP WITH YOUR LINES MEMORIZED AND YOU WILL KNOW YOUR BLOCKING! THEN WE WILL PERFORM THE PLAY! AND THEN IT WILL BE OVER! AND THEN I WILL DRIVE HOME AND COLLAPSE ON MY COUCH AND CRAWL UNDER THE QUILT THAT MY NANA MADE ME WITH HER OWN HANDS AND I WILL DRINK WINE AND BINGE WATCH “BREAKING BAD!” AND I WILL SPEND THE NEXT WEEK CALLING IN SICK AND CRYING BECAUSE I HAD NO IDEA THAT THIS WOULD BE MY LIFE! THE PRINCIPAL WANTED ME TO DIRECT “GREASE” THIS YEAR! CAN YOU IMAGINE? IT HAS, LIKE, EIGHTY KIDS IN IT! I CAN’T EVEN GET THE THREE OF YOU TO DO A THIRTY MINUTE ONE-ACT! THIS PLAY IS TWENTY PAGES AND THE FASTEST RUN THROUGH WE’VE HAD TOOK NINETY MINUTES! WHY, WHY, WHY CAN’T ANY OF YOU RETAIN A SINGLE PIECE OF INFORMATION? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR BRAINS? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME THAT I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE MY DREAM JOB! OH MY GOD!
(MS. LANDIS starts to cry and collapses on her desk. Long pause.)
TAMMY: I can’t believe you guys made Ms. Landis cry.
CRAIG: We’re sorry.
DANIEL: Do you need a hug?
TAMMY: Come on. Let’s do it. Let’s run through the play. I think I know it. I think if I try really hard, I can do it.
MS. LANDIS: (lifting her head) Yes. You can. If you work really hard you can do it. You really, really can.
CRAIG: I didn’t know you were gonna cry. Dang.
TAMMY: Come on. Let’s do it.
DANIEL: I have to leave at 4:30.
CRAIG: That’s in ten minutes.
MS. LANDIS: It’s okay. It’s okay! We’ll start and then I’ll read in Daniel’s lines after he leaves.
CRAIG: I have to leave at 4:30 too.
MS. LANDIS: That’s okay. Let’s just get through as much as we can.
TAMMY: Can I go to the bathroom real quick?
MS. LANDIS: (sighs) I guess so.
(TAMMY exits)
CRAIG: I need a drink (exits)
(MS. LANDIS is alone with DANIEL)
MS. LANDIS: Don’t say anything to me.
DANIEL: But –
MS. LANDIS: I mean it. Nothing.
DANIEL: I was just gonna say you look really pretty and I’m sorry we made you lose your shit. Excuse me.
MS. LANDIS: Thank you, Daniel.
DANIEL: So…
MS. LANDIS: So…
DANIEL: What play are we doing?
END OF PLAY

THE LONG JOURNEY OF HIPPIE PETE – a play for Monday, 05/31/14

THE LONG JOURNEY OF HIPPIE PETE

A Play for Monday 05/31/14
By David Lee White

(PHIL is driving. He sees HIPPIE PETE hitchhiking on the side of the road. He pulls his car over to pick up HIPPIE PETE)

PHIL
I’m Phil! Where you headed?

HIPPIE PETE
Cross country! Friends call me Hippie Pete! Just starting the big journey! Gonna be on the road weeks, months…maybe years. Gonna hitchhike across this great land of ours until I figure out what life is all about.

(PHIL starts driving again with HIPPIE PETE in the passenger seat.)

PHIL
That’s great, man. I remember when I was young, I had no idea what life was all about. Now, I guess I’d say “Live in the moment, love the people closest to you and enjoy the simple things.”

(Pause)

HIPPIE PETE
Okay. Pull over.

PHIL
Huh?

HIPPIE PETE
You totally spoiled it.

PHIL
What are you talking about?

HIPPIE PETE
I just told you I was on a journey. You’re gonna give away the secret of life in the first five minutes? You’re a dick.

PHIL
That’s what life means to me, but you’ve got to figure it out for yourself.

HIPPIE PETE
Are you kidding? “Live in the moment, love people, enjoy the simple things.” That’s perfect! Like I’m gonna come up with a better meaning of life? Why waste my time?

(PHIL pulls over. HIPPIE PETE gets out of the car. He reaches in his jacket and pulls out a baggie.)

HIPPIE PETE
Here. It’s three pounds of marijuana. I was gonna sell it along the way but you might as well just take it.

PHIL
I don’t want –

(HIPPIE PETE pulls out a necktie and puts it on.)

HIPPIE PETE
Guess I’ll just go on some job interviews then get married and have some kids.

(HIPPIE PETE starts to walk away.)

PHIL
Goodbye, Hippie Pete.

HIPPIE PETE
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(HIPPIE PETE exits)

END OF PLAY

Originally produced for the Third Annual One-Minute Play Festival.