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The Sandwich maker. Act 3, scene 3.

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The scene takes place in Johnny and Rista’s apartment. Rista is looking at some photography portfolios. Enter Johnny, coming home after being kicked off the set.

Johnny:
Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! I hate my life.

Rista:
Johnny – What’s wrong? Why are you home so early?

Johnny:
I don’t want to talk about it right now Rista.

Rista:
Johnny –

Johnny:
Ris –

Rista:
Johnny, tell me!

Johnny:
Well, I’m not working.

Rista:
What?

Johnny:
You heard me, I’m out of a job, again. And Eric has turned in to a complete ass.

Rista:
I’m sorry honey.

Rista attempts to comfort Johnny.

Hey, we’ll be fine.

Johnny:
What do you mean “we’ll be fine?” How is this fine? Rista, I have no job. This is NOT fine. Jesus, Rista.

Rista:
Johnny, quit yelling at me. It’s not my fault.

Johnny:
Well excuse the hell out of me, Rista. I get home after my “best friend” has fired me, and all you can say is “we’ll be fine.” And based on what? Your pictures? Sure, we sell a few more this month and we’ll be fine. What about next month?

Rista:
But you should have a job by then.

Johnny:
Where? I’ve been working at the deli since college. I don’t exactly know how to do much. But hey, if you want to live in a fantasy world where we can get by on your fucking pictures and I can just pull a job out of my ass, that’s fine, You can live in that fantasy world. I have to live in the real world where poor people usually stay poor, and the economy is so crappy that you’d be lucky to get a telemarketing job. I have to live in a world where dreams are shattered because someone doesn’t like you. Where best friends stab you in the back for no greater reasoning then their own egotistical impression of “art.” Oh, that’s right, I forgot. You’ve never had to deal with being fired. How many friends in high places does your daddy have? A lot more than mine does, that’s for sure. “We’ll be fine” how fucking naive.

Rista:
That’s not fair. You’re acting like this is my fault. Well, I’m sorry if I’ve never been fired but so fucking what? At least I’m doing something. So what are you going to do? Pine away because you can’t hump Eric’s leg? Hell Johnny, be a man for once.

Johnny:
Oh shut up Rista. I don’t see Christina or Jamie stabbing you in the back.

Rista:
Well gee Johnny, I guess nothing bad EVER happens to me. My life with an absentee workaholic rich guy for a dad who has all but completely disowned me because I married a deli worker instead of a doctor is fucking wonderful! The fact that Mom has not called me since she found out you were homeless once just makes my life a joyride. Do you know what my family thinks of you? Do you?

Johnny:
No Rista, what does your family think of me?

Rista:
They think you’re a drug addict.

Johnny:
What? That makes no sense.

Rista:
Johnny, when they think of us, they think of a drug addicted hobo having sex with their daughter.
I’ve spent all this time trying to convince them that you are a human being, that I love you. Every time the subject comes up though, EVERY TIME, my Mom insists on telling me that she thinks I would have been better off with Kent. You know, the guy I dated before I hooked up with you? Yeah, he was going to school to be an M.D. Judging from the way you are acting right now, Johnny, maybe my parents were right for once.

Johnny:
If you’re going to throw exes in my face, why don’t you just go fuck them and get it over with?
It’s probably what you are best at.

Rista:
Excuse me; are you calling me a slut?

Johnny:
90% of everybody we meet wants to do you Rista, I’m not dumb.

Rista:
So you are accusing me of cheating on you? Fuck you Johnny, I’m leaving.

Rista starts to exit, Johnny stops her.

Johnny:
Rista, wait. I’m sorry.

Rista:
Goodbye Johnny, forever.

Rista exits.

Johnny:
DAMN YOU WOMAN! I hate my life! Rista, I’m sorry. Life? I have no life. All that I care about is as good as gone. Eric. This is all that asshole’s fault. A life where he hates me is one thing, but a life without Rista? I don’t want to live anymore. Maybe I could use some of the bill money we’ve stashed away to go buy that colt 45 at the pawn shop. Maybe if I made it that far, I could go back to the set tomorrow and aerate my head all over Eric’s face. I never thought it would come to this.

Exuant.

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theSkwirl

Jul 21 @ 1:12PM  
nooooooooooooooooooooo! I am seriously not liking this turn of events!!!

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