Scene 1
Billy: Was that me? I don’t understand. How did this happen to me?
Sandy: I think its better off dead. I’m not kiddin ya. I’m serious.
Billy: I had a pretty normal life. Sure, I was a little different but nothing like that. I came from a normal family in a good neighborhood , good parents.
Sandy: It don’t hurt babies to be dead they go straight up to heaven, no hell, no purgatory, No nothing, no problems cause their souls are still white as snow. Not like the rest of you. oh no, if a baby dies he’s just fine, don’t even know he’s dead. They aint had time in this world to get them black and ugly.
Billy: I worked as an usher at the movie theater then I used to be an average guy. I even had a good girlfriend. My life was so good then. Me and Brenda moved in together. If you missed our house warming you missed out cause it rocked. It was fun. We had been there in that house coupla years before we had any problems
Sandy: I wish I was that baby. You’se should have seen him lying there in a casket. He looked fine. And they had a big wreath of flowers around his neck so’s to hide the strangle. They had them little pajama’s on him, Trese got up at the S and R. The ones with all them dogs chasings cats all over, all yellow.
Billy: It wasn’t Brenda’s fault. She’s great. It was just....I don’t know. I started to change. I didn’t mean to, I just felt useless. I was a 25 year old usher at a movie theater, I made 9.75 an hour. I could barely pay for the place. Every one was telling me I need to get a real job, start a career. Make some real money and have a real life. It didn’t bother me at all first. I was still happy and I think Brenda was too. Brenda’s a musician, she plugs guitar in coffee shops and at the mall. She’s great. This one time she sang in this coffee shop where one of my paintings was hanging up. That was when I first met her. It was so cool. Her. Me.. Us...
Scene 2
Brenda: Another scotch and soda.
Billy: Hey. I’m Billy, or Bill or William.
Brenda: How do you like this dress, sexy isn’t it? By the way my name is Brenda. So Billy was it? What do you do?
Billy: I work as an usher at the movie theater down the way. Been there a coupla years. What about you?
Brenda: Me, I sing. But, I’m so sick of this business. This won’t get you no where. I mean look at me, I bust my ass for years and welfares after me and all these girls who haven’t got a clue singing crap that died with Peter, Paul and Mary , or should have, and here I am, they didn’t know what to do with me, I was too hot for them.
Billy: Yeahm but whatever. I’m thinking of something different. Maybe a video store.
Brenda: I know. It’s all so demeaning and I’m so horny , Christ.
Billy: Oh go on
Brenda: Well first I was seeing this guy and man I really blew it with him, Rick. I told him I wanted to have a baby, and he spilt. But I mean What kind of a father would he have been? All he ever wanted to do was drink and go from bar to bar, so there I am following him around all night and dragging him into a yellow cab at 3 am, just so I can get him home and into the sack with me, sometimes it just doesn’t seem worth the effort you know,. And that stupid cat of his, driving me banana’s jumping on me
Billy: I’m not going to fall for anyone.
Brenda:Oh...Talk about hang-ups, why do I always pick such loosers? What was his name, Hank, that’s right. There’s another weirdo for you. He gets into voodoo and starts thinking that I’m some witch or some crazy shit like that, I don’t need it, and his wife still in love with him after he beat her all the time, God.
Billy: Really?! Never. It is the truth?
Brenda: Sure, believe what you like.
Billy: I see.
Brenda: Where’s the bartender anyway? She got her dink caught in a cocktail shaker or
what?!
Hey!
Bartender: (on the phone) Hello Dear...I met an old friend downtown this afternoon. A girlfriend..Shopping...There was a sale on children’s clothing...Carol Forrest, Sherebrooke West..I’d like to go for dinner..She invited me...no don’t bother picking me up...can’t I go out with an old friend?! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was shouting... She’s at ballet, I’ll call a cab...There’s jello for dessert... no, there’s nothing wrong...please give the kids some cough medicine before they go to bed...My break’s over now, I have to go...see you later...bye now...Henry, Henry? *sighs* (hangs up phone) Hey there, What can I get for you?
Brenda: Scotch and soda another round.
Billy: Beer, thanks.
Brenda: So now welfare’s pissed off at me cause I went to Jamaica with Hank. So this social worker wasn’t to happy with me after I went but screw her, what does she care, she’s got a job.
Billy: And what?
Brenda: And here I am auditioning for assholes like that, sitting there like he’s God almighty, what a pain. Men. I’d like to puke on the fat slob’s face. Who does he think he is? The bum.
Billy: Whaddya expect?
Brenda: I should’ve sang one of the new songs I’ve been working on, if any of them were finished. I can’t seem to finish anything lately.
Billy: Who needs it. It’s all self indulgent bullshit anyway.
Brenda: You know, maybe I should go down to the states. When I went down there last time, people there, artists anyway seemed like they had their shit together more, like they don’t screw around and waste time.
Billy: Okay
Brenda: Here, everybody’s so busy trying to act like an artist, being so prentious and precious and over-intellectualizing everything to death. It makes me sick
Billy: I better go.
Brenda: Go, yeah, I know what your saying. I’d rather collect welfare, or get a grant, take the money and run, go somewhere like Jamaica or Tahiti....*sighs*
scene 3
Billy: Usually at this point of the dream the dancing dwarf comes out
Sandy: Jeez. I don’t know what’s going on inside the girl but it aint what goes on inside the rest of thems.
Billy: Is that why your here?
Sandy: They hardly looked sweet. They just took me. I lost my baby’s life and my mind within a week.
Billy: Who took the baby’s life?
Sandy: Him. The Devil. The man I married. Don’t ask me why. He looks like the fucking wrath of God. He’s a pig too. (pause) My poor baby. All dressed up.
Billy: Was it a nice funeral?
Sandy: It was very nice. We all lined up to take a look at him – first time he got so much attention in his life – nobody broke up or anything. Not even my mother.
Billy: I couldn’t imagine what that would be like. If I ever lost my own offspring I would... I don’t know what I would do.
Sandy: After the funeral I striped everything that looked like death. All I saw was darkness. I don’t blame Tress for committing me though. I still feel for her.
Billy: Why? She put you in here.
Sandy: I would probably be dead without but I’m not kidding ya. It don’t bug her at all that the kid is gone.
Billy: Was that me? I don’t understand. How did this happen to me?
Sandy: I think its better off dead. I’m not kiddin ya. I’m serious.
Billy: I had a pretty normal life. Sure, I was a little different but nothing like that. I came from a normal family in a good neighborhood , good parents.
Sandy: It don’t hurt babies to be dead they go straight up to heaven, no hell, no purgatory, No nothing, no problems cause their souls are still white as snow. Not like the rest of you. oh no, if a baby dies he’s just fine, don’t even know he’s dead. They aint had time in this world to get them black and ugly.
Billy: I worked as an usher at the movie theater then I used to be an average guy. I even had a good girlfriend. My life was so good then. Me and Brenda moved in together. If you missed our house warming you missed out cause it rocked. It was fun. We had been there in that house coupla years before we had any problems
Sandy: I wish I was that baby. You’se should have seen him lying there in a casket. He looked fine. And they had a big wreath of flowers around his neck so’s to hide the strangle. They had them little pajama’s on him, Trese got up at the S and R. The ones with all them dogs chasings cats all over, all yellow.
Billy: It wasn’t Brenda’s fault. She’s great. It was just....I don’t know. I started to change. I didn’t mean to, I just felt useless. I was a 25 year old usher at a movie theater, I made 9.75 an hour. I could barely pay for the place. Every one was telling me I need to get a real job, start a career. Make some real money and have a real life. It didn’t bother me at all first. I was still happy and I think Brenda was too. Brenda’s a musician, she plugs guitar in coffee shops and at the mall. She’s great. This one time she sang in this coffee shop where one of my paintings was hanging up. That was when I first met her. It was so cool. Her. Me.. Us...
Scene 2
Brenda: Another scotch and soda.
Billy: Hey. I’m Billy, or Bill or William.
Brenda: How do you like this dress, sexy isn’t it? By the way my name is Brenda. So Billy was it? What do you do?
Billy: I work as an usher at the movie theater down the way. Been there a coupla years. What about you?
Brenda: Me, I sing. But, I’m so sick of this business. This won’t get you no where. I mean look at me, I bust my ass for years and welfares after me and all these girls who haven’t got a clue singing crap that died with Peter, Paul and Mary , or should have, and here I am, they didn’t know what to do with me, I was too hot for them.
Billy: Yeahm but whatever. I’m thinking of something different. Maybe a video store.
Brenda: I know. It’s all so demeaning and I’m so horny , Christ.
Billy: Oh go on
Brenda: Well first I was seeing this guy and man I really blew it with him, Rick. I told him I wanted to have a baby, and he spilt. But I mean What kind of a father would he have been? All he ever wanted to do was drink and go from bar to bar, so there I am following him around all night and dragging him into a yellow cab at 3 am, just so I can get him home and into the sack with me, sometimes it just doesn’t seem worth the effort you know,. And that stupid cat of his, driving me banana’s jumping on me
Billy: I’m not going to fall for anyone.
Brenda:Oh...Talk about hang-ups, why do I always pick such loosers? What was his name, Hank, that’s right. There’s another weirdo for you. He gets into voodoo and starts thinking that I’m some witch or some crazy shit like that, I don’t need it, and his wife still in love with him after he beat her all the time, God.
Billy: Really?! Never. It is the truth?
Brenda: Sure, believe what you like.
Billy: I see.
Brenda: Where’s the bartender anyway? She got her dink caught in a cocktail shaker or
what?!
Hey!
Bartender: (on the phone) Hello Dear...I met an old friend downtown this afternoon. A girlfriend..Shopping...There was a sale on children’s clothing...Carol Forrest, Sherebrooke West..I’d like to go for dinner..She invited me...no don’t bother picking me up...can’t I go out with an old friend?! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was shouting... She’s at ballet, I’ll call a cab...There’s jello for dessert... no, there’s nothing wrong...please give the kids some cough medicine before they go to bed...My break’s over now, I have to go...see you later...bye now...Henry, Henry? *sighs* (hangs up phone) Hey there, What can I get for you?
Brenda: Scotch and soda another round.
Billy: Beer, thanks.
Brenda: So now welfare’s pissed off at me cause I went to Jamaica with Hank. So this social worker wasn’t to happy with me after I went but screw her, what does she care, she’s got a job.
Billy: And what?
Brenda: And here I am auditioning for assholes like that, sitting there like he’s God almighty, what a pain. Men. I’d like to puke on the fat slob’s face. Who does he think he is? The bum.
Billy: Whaddya expect?
Brenda: I should’ve sang one of the new songs I’ve been working on, if any of them were finished. I can’t seem to finish anything lately.
Billy: Who needs it. It’s all self indulgent bullshit anyway.
Brenda: You know, maybe I should go down to the states. When I went down there last time, people there, artists anyway seemed like they had their shit together more, like they don’t screw around and waste time.
Billy: Okay
Brenda: Here, everybody’s so busy trying to act like an artist, being so prentious and precious and over-intellectualizing everything to death. It makes me sick
Billy: I better go.
Brenda: Go, yeah, I know what your saying. I’d rather collect welfare, or get a grant, take the money and run, go somewhere like Jamaica or Tahiti....*sighs*
scene 3
Billy: Usually at this point of the dream the dancing dwarf comes out
Sandy: Jeez. I don’t know what’s going on inside the girl but it aint what goes on inside the rest of thems.
Billy: Is that why your here?
Sandy: They hardly looked sweet. They just took me. I lost my baby’s life and my mind within a week.
Billy: Who took the baby’s life?
Sandy: Him. The Devil. The man I married. Don’t ask me why. He looks like the fucking wrath of God. He’s a pig too. (pause) My poor baby. All dressed up.
Billy: Was it a nice funeral?
Sandy: It was very nice. We all lined up to take a look at him – first time he got so much attention in his life – nobody broke up or anything. Not even my mother.
Billy: I couldn’t imagine what that would be like. If I ever lost my own offspring I would... I don’t know what I would do.
Sandy: After the funeral I striped everything that looked like death. All I saw was darkness. I don’t blame Tress for committing me though. I still feel for her.
Billy: Why? She put you in here.
Sandy: I would probably be dead without but I’m not kidding ya. It don’t bug her at all that the kid is gone.
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Les jeux de machines a sous en ligne sont les jeux de casino les together with populaires dans un casino en ligne cascade plusieurs raisons. Une des principales raisons est qu'il y a une grande variete de machines a sous.
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