83 - A Visible Man

11.30.06

IN THE DARK

A Door creaks open and slams closed

Steps

A glass breaks

“Shit”

Crunchy, glass-filled steps

A chair gets moved

A bottle is uncorked

Liquor is poured

Ice added

Gulps

A satisfied breath

Gulps

More liquor poured

The chair squeaks as it bears weight

Shoes are kicked off

Socks are pulled off

A gulp

A belch

A deep sigh

A fart

Scratches

The last of the liquor poured

“Goddamnit”

The chair is knocked over

Barefoot steps

A cabinet is opened

Another bottle is uncorked

Sniffs

A single crunchy barefoot step

Deep, guttural creams

A chair is tripped over

The bottle breaks

“COCKSUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!”

Glass squeaks as it is pulled from a bare foot

“GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SONOFABITCH!”

LIGHT

A man in a grey suit with a red tie, blind, bloodied & bewildered, writhes on the floor. He shields his eyes

“What the…? Whatthefuck are you doing up? Go back to bed before I kick your goddamn little ass! Go on! GO!”

Tiny scampers

“Hey! Get back here! Turn the fucking light off! Jesus!”

The man stands on one leg and hobbles to the lightswitch

“Lights don’t grow on fucking…trees. Fucking…fuck…
What am I? Made of gold?”

LIGHTS OUT