Wednesday, January 30, 2002

 
And a Perfect Moustache
by Herman Civils


August - Twenty-nine year old caucasion C.P.A. brunette with her own practice on the east side of the city. She's pulling seventy a year.
Franklin - Thirty-two african american from Chicago, Illinois. Works as a gigilo for Mickey Martini and the Martini's, a local gang.

August and Franklin are lying in bed, both naked, in a barren hotel room. The hotel is probably located in the low-income part of Detroit, Michigan.

August: I like your mustache.
Franklin: Thank you.
August: (laughs) You've got a little (points to his moustache) a little...(laughs) a little powder on your-your moustache...
Franklin: (rubbing his moustache) It's probably just some coke. Did I get it?
August: (sits up covering herself) How often do you do this?
Franklin: Do what?
August: This renting yourself out to young women. I don't know what you call it? Slut service?
Franklin: (chuckles) Slut service sounds about right.
August: (pause) Do like doing it? (lays back down)
Franklin: (sighs and pause) You know, it's weird. With guy's, if you just pull, or suck, or ride his junk, he'll get off eventually. But with women, you have to romance them, and find the right spot, and fulfill them with what they aren't getting. It's so much more complicated than what your average street slut goes through. It's hard work.
August: (smiles and pause) So you like it?
Franklin: Well, the drugs are good. The pussy is usually ok.
August: Hey!
Franklin: What? You're the exception.
August: (smiles shyly) Awww, ok, go on.
Franklin: (pause) I guess I like it. It's all I've ever really done. I mean, I ran smack for a while, but that's too tough a buisness for me. I have too much soul. This is a much better fit.
August: Well, I just want to say, you were really great. (gets up, naked, and starts to put on her clothes)
Franklin: You really shouldn't say things like that. It makes it harder when I have to ask for the money. (gets up and puts on his clothes)
August: Oh, I'm gonna' pay you.
Franklin: I was just saying...
August: (pause) What happens if you start to like someone more than a "customer."
Franklin: I get paid not to get too involved with the "customer." That's just part of my job.
August: (pause) How? If you love them, then a job requirement is not going to stop you. Not if it's real.
Franklin: It's time for me to go.
August: You can't say that you won't ever let yourself fall in love. That's impossible. Men have tried for years, and it's not going to happen. Come on. Just admit that you can't keep yourself from loving someone, even if she's a paying "customer."
Franklin: No, now, that's gonna' be...
August: (interupts) $200, I know. I know. (gets out a wad of money and throws it at Franklin) You might be good in bed, but you are just like every other man out there; selfish and afraid. (pause) Thanks for a good time.
Franklin: (picks up the money and starts to walk out the door but stops and looks longingly at August) I've-I've got some time and half a pound of pot. (long pause) You wanna' get high?
August: (pause and smiles) I'd love to.
END SCENE


posted by BC 8:10 PM

Tuesday, January 29, 2002

 
Swallow For A Good Time
by Herman Civils

Jennie - Twenty-three year old student at Dartmouth University.
Todd - Eighteen year old student at UMass in Amherst. Is visting a friend who goes to Dartmouth.

Halliburton's Heaven, a trance club in North Dartmouth, MA. Jennie and Todd are dancing franticlly throughout the entire scene except while making out and giving a blow job. They are having to yell pretty much the entire time over the music.

Jennie: (yells) You having fun?
Todd: (Yells) Yeah!
Jennie: Wanna take another one?
Todd: Yes!
Jennie: (reaches in her pocket and pulls out a ziploc bag with six white pills and opens it up and gets out two) Here (hands a pill to Todd)
Todd: Great! (takes the pill and swallows) This is gonna be fucking insane!
Jennie: (takes her pill) Huh?
Todd: I said this is gonna' be fucking crazy.
Jennie: Oh I know, I'm fucked right now. It's great.
Todd: (long pause, still franticlly dancing) This is good house.
Jennie: I know. It's like I'm one with everything.
Todd: (laughs) I know, everything is me. It's like I'm in sync with everything. It's like some sort of natural sync with the world.
Jennie: Jesus, I know. (bumps into a random girl) Oh sorry.
Random Girl: (makes out with Jennie) It's ok. (smiles and goes back to dancing)
Jennie: Shit.
Todd: Whoa, what the fuck was that? You a lez?
Jennie: Not until now. That was fucking awesome. (taps the random girl on the shoulder)
Random Girl: (turns around) Huh?
Jennie: (makes out with Random girl for a few minutes) Sorry.
Random Girl: Whatever. (goes back to dancing)
Jennie: (laughs) Oh shit, this is great. This is fucking...fucking...oh, so fucking cool.
Todd: I know exactly how you feel.
Jennie: Have you ever done that before?
Todd: What?
Jennie: Just fuck someone with your mouth. Just some fucking stranger.
Todd: Not yet.
Jennie: Shit this is cool! I'm fucked.
Todd: (takes off his pants) It's getting hot as shit.
Jennie: Wow, I know. (takes off her shirt)
Todd: Jesus!
Jennie: This is too perfect. We are one! (gets on her knees and starts to blow Todd)
Todd: The fuck?
Jennie: (blows Todd and then falls on her back) Oh fuck......
Todd: Huh? (bends down to Jennie)
Jennie: (laughs) You pushed me! Asshole! (passes out)
Todd: (long pause) Fuck!
END SCENE


Hopefully, many of you will not find this disgusting and unessescary. This is in fact a serious commentary on the usage of MDMA, or Ecstacy. There is much debate surrounding the use of MDMA and this scene portrays some of the good and the bad. We all know that MDMA is a schedule I drug, as is heroin, and marajuana for example, and because of that, possession of ecstacy can result in a lifetime in jail. But why? Ecstacy, for many people, is sometimes the only thing that can make people truly sociable. It opens you up, and let's yourself say things you might not normally say, without the risk of throwing up on people, as alchohol does. This can be good or bad, but if anything, ecstacy let's millions of kids feel what it's like to be completely and utterly in'sync with everything around them. It puts people in a loving mood, everyone loving everyone and everything. It's a synthetic peace generator in some respects. Though the long term effects have yet to be detrimined, it's safe to say that consistent use will literally eat your brain. But for those who do X once every few weeks, taking just so they can feel something different than the stress, or the pain, or the hate they are feeling in their regular lives, it should be perfectly ok. This scene should portray the beauty and wonder this drug can create as it is used in sort-of-real-life. Don't let this disgust you or upset you. Decide for yourself. Go here to learn more before you try X. And by the way, for the record, I'm not some Druggie Otis, as of now. I'm ok.
posted by BC 5:54 AM

Sunday, January 27, 2002

 
Same Old, Same Old
by Herman Civils

Face 1 - Androgenous human. Upset with Face 2.
Face 2 - Androgenous human. Pissed off Face 1.

Face 1 and Face 2 are two humanoid characters who are meant to be sexless. The following scene could apply to any combination of sexes and by using proper costuming, the scene can be played out without male/female dominance inferences. The author suggests cutting out the eyes and mouths in large paper bags and wearing them over the head. The purpose is to hide any sexually defining characteristics on the actor's to prevent too many assumtions, as mentioned previously.

Face 1: Fuck you. Goddammit fuck you.
Face 2: It wasn't my fault. I got caught up in the fucking moment. I'm sorry, ok?
Face 1: How is it not your fucking fault? It was consensual wasn't it?
Face 2: Yes, but...
Face 1: (interrupts) So what the fuck? You agreed to the shit, so how is it not your fault? How is it you're the god damn victim?
Face 2: (pause) How is this a big fuckin' deal, huh? You don't fucking own me.
Face 1: Really? Wow, you know, shit. You've made an epiphany! Wow, really, that's great, everything is clear now! This is so great! Let me get it straight though: when two people, let's say, "go steady," you know? When two people are "going steady," as a real live, "couple," that means it's ok to sleep, errr, strike that, fuck, other people? (chuckles) Is that right, because you know, all this time, I figured it was the opposite. (laughs) What a fucking joke! Ha, I'm sorry, I just had no idea.
Face 2: Fuck you. (pause and yells) Fuck you, ok?! Fuck you! I don't need your shit! I've got enough fucking problems without your sorry-shit help.
Face 1: What the god damn fuck? You fuck this person, and you're telling me that I need to shut up? Fuck you.
Face 2: (pause) I didn't mean for shit to turn out like this, ok.
Face 1: Right, because doing peep with a bunch of people is just going to lead to hand holding.
Face 2: I'm sorry, shit! I'm fucking sorry you bastid! I'm sorrrrryyyyy!!!!!
Face 1: I trusted you! I'm supposed to be happy you went back on that? `Cause if that's true I'm gonna' need a lot of brown. A lot!
Face 2: (pause) I don't expect you to be happy, but I would expect you to be forgiving. You are not like all the other heartless fucks out there. You of all people should give a fuck enough to forgive and move the hell on.
Face 1: I can't do that. Not now.
Face 2: I'm not talking about right now. But shit, at least stop yelling at me.
Face 1: (long pause and softly) How good was it?
Face 2: Fuck you.
Face 1: (laughs) That much better than me huh? (walks to the door) Fuck you. (EXIT Face 1)
Face 2: (single tear runs down it's face)

END SCENE


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posted by BC 9:26 PM