[Scene: day time, late fall, overcast and grey. Gus "Gut-Slusher" Lyman walks along the Fox Street sidewalk heading toward the Franklin Arterial intersection. His dirty band-aided left hand trails along the ruined fence separating the sidewalk from Kennedy Park. When a black youth trots through the park kicking a soccer ball over the patchy dying grass, Gus whistles loudly.]
Gus: Kid! Hey kid!
[Gus whistles again. The kid does not respond and is gone.]
Gus: I used to draw water in this part of town. Now I don't draw shit. Big Time Money likes to say that me selling meth up at Waynefleet is some step up in the world? Upward mobility or some shit? Nah, man. I almost got my ass kicked down here by a flashmob of black youths. With hammers and shit? Fuck, man. That was the day shit got real for the Gut-Slusher.
[At the intersection with the Franklin Arterial, Gus looks both ways, darts into the crosswalk, and gets hit by a Budget van.]
Gus: Oh good!
[Some traffic stops. The driver--a skinny white guy with a scarf and black-rimmed glasses--gets out to help Gus to his feet.]
Driver: Are you okay?
Gus [weeping]: I just wanted some tabouli!
[Close in on the Whole Foods store looming in the background.]
Gus: Just some fucking tabouli! Look at me! Look at me! I just pissed my fucking self!
[Fade out the sound of traffic and Gus crying. Voice-over of Gus as the scene fades to black: "Big Time Money ruined my life."]
////
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment