A Tragedy In One Act
Our story opens in a nice suburban home, on a sunny spring afternoon…
SAM ADAMS: Don’t you just love it when the winter’s gone, and all of a sudden it starts getting warm?
PROTAGONIST: Absolutely! Nothing beats a cold beverage and a nice cigar on a day like today.
(knock on door)
PROTAGONIST: Hello, there. You live a few houses down, right?
NEIGHBOR: Yeah, I do.
PROTAGONIST: Can I help you?
NEIGHBOR: As a matter of fact, yes. I need you to give me a thousand bucks.
PROTAGONIST: Wha? Why?
NEIGHBOR: Well the doc says I blew out my liver, so I’m collecting from everyone so that I can get a new one.
PROTAGONIST: Sorry, pal, I don’t have that kinda cash lying around to give away. Don’t you have insurance?
NEIGHBOR: Well, I did, but then I lost my job because my boss is an alcoholic-ist and discriminated against me. Once that happened I was forced to choose between health insurance and bar tabs. For me it was a no-brainer.
PROTAGONIST: I see. How exactly does this make me responsible?
NEIGHBOR: Well, it’s obvious that you’re a rich fat cat, what with your fancy imported beer and your cigar-
SAM ADAMS: Actually, I’m from Bos-
PROTAGONIST: Look, I’m not rich. We live in the same neighborhood, for chrissakes!
NEIGHBOR: Oh, really? Well this statement I found in your mailbox says different.
PROTAGONIST: That’s my 401k! I busted my butt for 30 years for that! You’re not getting a dime!
NEIGHBOR: Just the reaction I was expecting from an angry redneck racist who’s exploited the system!
PROTAGONIST: Dude! You’re white too!
NEIGHBOR: Stop attacking me because of my race! I knew you’d be a selfish jerk about this, so I brought help.
BARNEY FRANK: Hewwo. Nice to see you again, Mistuh Adams. Suh, why ah you diswespecting this pooah fewwow man who is obviouswy huwting? Have you no mowals? No compassion?
PROTAGONIST: I just don’t see how I’m obligated to fork over my money to pay for his bad habits!
BARNEY FRANK: Well, suh, it’s the waw now.
PROTAGONIST: The waw?
SAM ADAMS: <sigh> The law.
PROTAGONIST: (writing a check) Fine, take the money and go away! This is insane!
NEIGHBOR: Bout dang time…
SAM ADAMS: You Tivo’ed 24, right? Let’s watch that.
(knock on door)
PROTAGONIST: Who now! Oh, hi kid. What’re you selling?
KID: Pfft! I ain’t selling nothing! I’m getting my tonsils out. Cough up a c-note!
(PROTAGONIST slaps forehead)
(FADE TO BLACK)