Mean Gene
June 6, 2007
Scene 1
(Present, Pequod’s Bar & Grill, dawn)
GENE
All I wanted was some breathing room. Half a break. But that’s too much to fucking ask. Too much. It comes down to this. You cripples. You miserable pricks. It comes down to this.
(GLASS SHATTERS, lights dim)
This is the way we build things. On notions. On myth. Our foundation is totally ephemeral. You know? We believe something is good. We want to believe. But it just takes a second of giving it a good look and you realize that life is really just an endless string of incidents that are pretty much frustrating, annoying or undesirable. Bills, getting sick, a pipe breaks under your kitchen sink and shitwater goes everywhere. I know, I know, sometimes we win a scratch off, or smell popcorn or I don’t know what the fuck. But that’s like a partly sunny day. A day that’s more cloudy, with a little sun coming through, right? That’s partly sunny. Because if it was partly cloudy, that would mean mostly sunny with a little cloud cover. So I think life is partly sunny, for the most part, and there’s times, like cancer or car accidents that it’s just a godforsaken joke. Who, here, anywhere, asked for one second of it?
