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RMZ 8b Opera Buffa
RMZ 8b Opera Buffa
ACT ONE
The Deaf Guy Who Blows Up Mountains
Then Drinks Himself To Sleep Before He Has To
Wake Up And Do It All Again!
DYLAN
When your rooster crows, look out the window and Ill be gone.
I wake up every morning before dawn
and before light I head down every morning into the darkness.
But before I descend into my darkness
I take note.
DYLAN
I then begin my descent, first by walking down a sloping path into the mountain,
the yellow lights above me telling me that miles of darkness are ahead,
then I climb into an elevator and descend into an even truer darkness,
coming out into a room where a cart awaits,
and upon this cart we ride further down a river as black as any,
through a blackness that rubs its back upon your skin,
that glides against the surfaces of your eyes,
you can feel this darkness it is that complete.
And then we break it with our lanterns and flash sticks and strings of sodium lights.
We are all alone, yet we can feel the earth as it were a city of beings
sitting upon our shoulders. It is today, but it is in another lifetime,
one of toil and blood, when blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud.
If it were not for the feeling of being one with a colony of ourselves,
there would be nothing to feel. Here we dwell until our job is done
and then we climb back up, climb back out,
and when we reach the mouth of the beast and are spit back into the world,
it is night, and so we are greeted by blackness once again.
Each day the day grows longer. Each day our tunnel grows longer.
And so every day our return takes longer. And so we never meet the coming light.
Thats what it is, a never ending cycle of black to black. No one dares watch us descend.
No one notices us when we emerge, even though the lights upon us
are brighter than the sun. How many times can a man turn his head,
pretending he just doesnt see?
We wind our way home through streets like faint ripples of smoke.
Our wives no longer greet us when we come home,
our kids think we are too stupid to engage in conversation.
They have other idols, cleaner role models they prefer to a dirty man
with swollen pores and nubs for fingers.
It might have been years ago when we told ourselves: only a few months more,
a year or two at most, and we would move on, get on with life,
before that life passed us by, that was what five, ten, fifteen years ago!
Yet life is all in all complete. Our wives fill us with emptiness
and our children fill us with regret, yet we cherish these emotions
and wear them as protection against all that would harm us in the world.
Even if the flesh falls from our face, we know someone will be there to care of us.
We dont have time to think about meaning or truth.
We seek companionship only with people who wear our same masks,
who appear worse off than us. Before we say hello,
we look first for a missing limb or a broken jaw. We dont care what we say.
Lies that life is black and white speak from our skulls.
We know that with a few beers and bottle of rum we will reach a state
that makes sense to us.
DYLAN
Were the cogs in the wheel.
We are the guys who walk the street hoping someone will notice us one day.
We wander with no where to go on this earth. Using ideas of heaven as our maps.
We are the blades of grass that never get pissed on, yet get pissed on every day.
We are the reason the store clerk restocks the shelves with Marlboros and Twinkies.
We will always wait for the light to turn green before we walk,
thankful for the rest and a chance to watch the world move without us.
We wash our asshole every day and never wonder why.
Billions of dollars are made each day in profits off our overdraft fees.
CHORUS (Snooky)
Hes a drunk and deaf but he is no dope
Hes chisled of stone, hes the dynamite guy
He stinks like a pig but cant sell him no soap
In that head hes alone, hes the dynamite guy.
DYLAN
We cut the earth and broaden the lakes and otherwise make the world
look better than a jarheads crew cut. We are the ones who take ideas
and let them actually fly through the air. On the battle fields anywhere
we are the dead faces you will whisper to, hey guy are you alive?
We alone carry the spare change that truly runs the world.
If you are searching for the guy who has an actual answer, that would be me, or you.
We are stupid but we are all that is smart about the world.
Whatever colors you have in your mind, Ill show them to you and
youll see them shine. We are the source of continuity, but never the source of change.
We make change acceptable, but we do not advocate one position or another.
We build what we are told to build, we drive the way we are told to drive,
we pay our taxes, we surrender our tithes, we rarely complain.
We are better than dogs. You can love us or kick us, we dont care.
You and I, we are the backbone of society, thoughtless really,
but without us there would be no movement.
CHORUS (Colleen)
Clap you hands, shout and yell
He wont turn his head
In his own world he dwells
And he might as well just be dead
DYLAN
We are deaf to the past, blind to the future, living in the moment
without an ounce of spirituality.
We make the idea of progress little more than a joke,
we hush the naysayers, we make the visionaries cringe.
We are the proof that time is an illusion, there is nothing real about memories.
We represent all that is right and all that is wrong in the world.
There are many here among us who feel that lifes a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and that is not our fate.
Lets not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late. Look at us and
all you imagine is anarchy. Without us all you would have would be anarchy.
We are the true ruling class if only due to our slathering obedience.
We are the reason there are light bulbs, the reason they build sidewalks.
Because of us there are piles of used tires just waiting to burn,
seagulls dive bombing the landfills just waiting to turn.
DYLAN
Without us, there would be no banality.
There would be no reason to fear mediocrity.
There would be no reason to live, no reason to die.
You and I, we are the sole source of fear in the world.
Without us, the world would not have a prayer,
there would be no reason for prayer.
Because of us, death has a sweet sorrow and a daily meaning everyone can embrace.
Because of us they believe a voice from on high will say,
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for whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die?
Lacking teeth, lacking substance, lacking even the simplest intelligence,
we are not just the stuff of humanity. We are the detritus of humanity.
We are its soul.
DYLAN
We study the man who lives in mystery on the other side of the neighborhood.
The one who wears a white shirt and a woolen suit to work.
We see him waxing his car, we see his maid washing down his windows,
we see his gardener squirting down his driveway.
Dont criticize what you cant understand.
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Yet he goes about cleaning, his wife goes about sanitizing and
they hire an army to sterilize the rest that they cannot reach.
Dont criticize what you cant understand.
Without you and I, there would be no way to tolerate the constant noise,
the background against which all else must eventually emerge.
The noise that surrounds us is a constant, and therefore terrible refrain.
Its an idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
blowing through the letters that we wrote, through the dust upon our shelves.
Idiot wind, we can not clamp our hands against it, it is internal,
it is all we know of the outer. The constant squeaks and hisses,
the pops and hums, broken only by an occasional blast, a scream maybe, a warning?
No, we have heard it too many times to be alarmed.
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INTERMISSION
With that, his head slumped to the counter. His drink nearly fell. He was asleep
face down on the sticky bar. The fight in the crowd seems to be taking a violent turn as
the eruptions grow louder and a woman screams when she slips and falls to the floor.
Men pushing. Ululations that always proceed the inevitable among men. Zim looks over
at Colleen who looks back at him. What does she expect, he wonders, that I: could I
help? Zim turned around, about to step down off his stool.
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Yea, the Bloke said, you came around my house to pick up a payment the other
night.
The melee quiets of its own accord. Zim sits back on his stool.
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Maybe.
Thinking: Here we go. Took this guys payment. Been a week. Bet Im caught.
Suckerpunch coming? Wonder if I will even fight back? Whatever, dont cry. Colleen
looking on, better manage a kick or something. Dont run. Walk. But dont run.
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Maybe, yes, the Bloke said, and I gave you a hundred, but now I got a bill again
Must be a mistake.
I think so, the Bloke said. I think you made a mistake buddy. Maybe you put that
hundy into your pocket of your nice Lucky jeans there and forgot it was there. Can we
check it now and see if you still got it?
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Did I hear the paperboy is here, a dude said, sidling up to the two of them.
Yea dude, the Bloke said. He came by knocking on the door of my Ponderosa
Twinstar RV, gave me some story about how I was behind in my payments, got me
believing him, then he stole a hundred bucks from me.
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Yea, we know each other too, dont we paperboy, the Dude said. You remember,
this morning at my dads house. We were just getting ready to head over to the Forest
Hills Mortuary, the oldest and most respected mortician in town. We had the whole
family over trying to relax a bit with some Nescafe and Cremora before we all go into our
new Chevy Suburban.
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Twelve people comfortably. But here he came by to pick up twenty five bucks
my dad owed him for the paper. My old man, who just died the day before out on the
back nine at Indian Hills Golf Course, you know, the Jack Nickalus course near the new
Radisson Highwater resort just off Highway 45.
Zim accidentally catches the eyes of Colleen. Smiles at her.
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Seems we got a bit of a situation here, the Bloke said, playing with the clasp on
his Timex Sports and Diving watch, as if fixing to remove it from his wrist less it risk
getting damaged somehow.
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I dont know, Bloke, the Dude said, Im looking at these Maui Jim sunglasses in
his pocket, and cant help but notice his Mark Nason sidezip half boots, and you know I
think the guy may be alright, for a paperboy anyway. But maybe he should at least buy
us a couple drinks, whatya think bloke?
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Id still like to check his Mont Blanc accessories for some missing money.
Yea, but it sounds like they got some of Van Morrisons new album playing, and
man that is great stuff! Makes me feel American. So I say we are all Chevy men and so
lets share in some libations first, on the paperboy, of course!
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Colleen appeared as if on cue. What can I get for you guys? Is this a Bud Light
night?
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Two Goldschlagers and yea make it two Bud Lights, the Bloke said, and this fine
gentlemen here in the fine Sevens shirt said he would pick up the tab for us tonight.
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Im as thirsty as a Brawns paper towel tonight, Dude said, and a Bud Light is just
the right thing for that, the bloke said, how about you?
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Could drink Americas finest beer all night, the Dude said, which we will
undoubtedly do. And these Rolld Gold Pretzels sure hit the spot. Even better they make
me want to drink more. Mind if I take your seat paperboy?
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bubbling.
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So Paperboy, the bloke said, tell us something. You get laid on this job of yours?
Plenty of women looking to shag something easy, quick. In the living room on the
LazyBoy Reclining couch with the lifetime guaranteed stainfree Scotchguard treatment,
just wipe that mess away, or do the Postman Ring Twice on the Thomasville kitchen
table, with some Wsthof-Trident knives for play.
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Or get all greased up against the Weber Summit Propane Gas Grill. Bet you get it
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Cmon man, the Dude said, were your drinking buds. You gotta tell us. Plenty
of Martha Stewart style pussy out there in the daytime. Old, young. Wives left behind by
their solder guys, some of Americas finest, off fighting. The Jacuzzi is a great place,
then you know the twats been clean by those powerful, triple action therapeutic jets.
Cmon give us a bone buddy. Just a bone.
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Wish I could, Zim said. Fact is I could get fired for shit like that.
Ha! the bloke laughed. Paperboy thinks hed get fired for bonking a customer.
Thats funny huh. You got a duty paperboy, a duty to all of us guys out here. So let me
tell you. Next time you go out on your little paper route, you plan on fucking at least one
of them customers. Dont tell us no one fucks the paperboy! If you have trouble picking
one out, come by my house, you can have my old lady. I will get her all ready for you
okay? Ill have her get out the Venus electric razor for women and trim it up a bit for
you, okay? Shell even pull out the Summer Eves douche for you as well! The whole
Oscar Meyer salami buddy!
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Hey you listening man? the Dude said. The Bloke is offering you his wifes daisy
fresh cleaned and smooth as silk pussy! Only us buds would do that for each other, right
Bloke.
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And you saw my sister this morning right? The hot Donna Karan number
remember?
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Yea, I suppose.
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You gotta do it, the Bloke said again. We are counting on you. Just like you can
Colleen, Zim shouted, Take this. He laid five twenties on the bar.
Get out the Glade, Bloke, spank that nasty odor in the ass!
Instead of leaving, he sat outside, his back against the wall. Squatting in the stale
drunk sourmist, emitting a chortling stream of nitrogen (ingested air), carbon dioxide (six
beers so far), and enough oxygen and methane to light a candle. So Im a coward, now
she knows. What was I to do? Took care of itself. Sometimes the best thing to do is
nothing. But not if you want her to feel safe. Perhaps never should be in a situation
where another needs me. Art of the weak: the man able to bear the full weight of the
trivial which threatens to take him down, suffocate him, who is not intimidated by all that
seems to be working against him, always ready to move on. Women just call us cowards.
From the bar, the three drunken sailors who were in the middle of the raucous
inside appear, carrying a fourth who has lost his landlegs. Drank em away. Tossed him
on shore near Zim, like a limp pinoped from the sea.
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Hes too fucked up, Soldier Two says, too much trouble. Almost started a fucking
riot in there. Fucking asshole. Can you see him puking on the border guard. Then were
stuck there til morning.
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Im a peaceful man, a fighting man of peace, the Drunken Sailor says, I want to
We only got tonight, guys, Sailor One says, Fuckol is shipping out tomorrow.
I have seen the future Mrs. Fuckol and she is right inside this circus. My tiny
dancer.
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Hold me close now tiny dancer, watch the headlights on the hiiiiiiiiway.
Whos fucking idea was this, Sailor Three says. Lets get him in the car.
I will give her diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and silk, Fuckol says, slipping
slipperily from his mates hands, pooling gelatinously upon the parking lot.
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Get him up, for Christs sake, act like a man Fuckol.
Hes fucking smashed, Sailor Two says, fuck this. Leave him here in the light and
Sure, Sailor Three says, why the fuck not. This chump will watch him, right?
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Yea, dont let him crawl away, Sailor Two says, he is fighting for your freedom
Now I know youre joking, Zim says, looking down at the drooling mouth that
Hes got a boner for the bartender in there. Maybe shell give a blow job for a
Who me, Sailor Two says, you ask her. She aint going to do nothing.
Find someone that looks like her then. Who gives a fuck. For Christs sake is this
how you assholes are going to treat me when I ship out? Fuck. Pick him up!
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Screw it, Sailor one says, Im out of here. You come back and get him later.
Cuz I fucking told you to, Sailor One says, and walks away.
Hey buddy, Zim says now left alone with the drunken Fuckol. Hey buddy! You
Then heaven is where we all go to barf and piss. You are lying in some nasty shit,
Zim says. And some of these drunks out here aint going to see you until they have
stomped all over you. Worse yet, puke all over you.
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I deserve it. I left the sea where I belong, so here I am, left to flounder. Have you
seen her?
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Who?
My love.
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Yea, she is beginning to think you are shitassed baby. Dude get up!
Tell her Im waiting. Tell her Ill be waiting, tonight, tomorrow night, forever
Well, let me tell you about hell cuz I dont think you knew shit.
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ACT TWO
The Sailors Song About Hell and Other Things
SAILOR FUCKOL
Its all an illusion, hells an illusion, its an idea we made up to make up
for what we dont want to know even if we could know it.
We are just animals man, no souls, just animals.
Know how I know?
CHORUS (Zim)
The police are out here Im not shitting you dude.
Your behavior here is gross and its certainly quite lewd
SAILOR FUCKOL
I know cuz I am one. And you dont know if youre an animal
until you kill someone. Thats when you know.
I shot someone, I shot a guy. I shot a woman too. And a kid.
I shot a bunch of people. Even though they asked me not to,
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CHORUS (Zim)
(to Sailor Fuckol) Sure.
(to the audience) who isnt except for this guy
death is but a sort of goodbye
SAILOR FUCKOL
Yea, me too.
CHORUS (Zim)
(to Sailor Fuckol) Yea, you too?
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SAILOR FUCKOL
Fuck yea. It hurts to die.
Not like the movies. Someone shoots you
and it takes you maybe two days to die.
Bugs, dirt, no water.
People coming by to piss on you and youre still alive.
Sticking you with things. Smacking you in the balls.
You ass hanging out like a sausage skin, shit everywhere.
I dont want to die man. And I got a theory about dying.
CHORUS (Zim)
(to Soldier Fuckol) Yea
(to the audience) what does he know
hes a killing machine
SAILOR FUCKOL
Yea, I got a theory about dying
which says when you die it takes forever.
I dont care if you get struck by lightning
or if you are buried alive under the sand,
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CHORUS (Zim)
Look out! Look out!
Bodies crossing, calling out,
muttering, stepping over the soldiers liquid arms and legs,
jacket thrown across him, armless,
like tentacles spread about, six, or eight?
Cant remember.
Look out! Look out!
SAILOR FUCKOL
And you see it at sea too.
Dont know why we think of the sea as a spirit, a person, some mother.
Its all a lie. The sea is a desert, its the biggest nothing on earth.
There is no soul there, there is no plan, no idea for man, for anything.
Go to sea and you stop thinking. Theres no thought at sea.
Nothing. Its a wasteland. And what it is becomes you.
All wet and yet youd die of thirst in a few days. But its where I belong.
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CHORUS (Zim)
(to Sailor Fuckol) Not sure.
(to the audience) Not sure.
SAILOR FUCKOL
I have. A million times.
Every time I see a person I fall in love all over again.
Man or woman.
Fat or skinny.
Black or white.
Arab or Jew. Dont matter.
I fall in love every time.
But this time, I have discovered something new about love.
CHORUS (Zim)
(with shock) With her did he say?
(to the audience) with my Colleen?
In this vomit youll stay
You drunken Marine
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SAILOR FUCKOL
Yea. With her, I could change.
Id become a real man.
Id stop being deranged
The smacktalking asshole that I am.
I could become a real man,
a family man, not some fighter,
but a soft manly man,
Who will love her outside and inside her
I dont have to drink to have a good time.
I dont have to drink to screw or to fuck.
I dont have to drink to be funny .
I could be like that just as if it was just how I was.
That is what I think this love is about.
It is not about pussy.
It is about mightier things
A car pulls up nearly driving over Soldier Fuckols legs. Enter Bobbie the Driver.
CHORUS (Zim)
Hey watch out!
CHORUS (Bobbie)
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CHORUS (Zim)
I cant move him.
But be my guest.
I cant carry him
But be my guest
I cant save him
But please be my guest
CHORUS (Bobbie)
Is he sick?
SAILOR FUCKOL
Im in love!
CHORUS (Bobbie)
Well fuck me!
CHORUS (Zim)
He is drunk
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SAILOR FUCKOL
Im in love
BOBBIE
Hes a schmuck
BOBBIE (turns and says to the Crowd that gathers around him)
Hey, hey lets wait up a second for Jonesy.
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SAILOR FUCKOL
And so with this revelation,
I will become a better man.
I will make my home a destination
I will make my nest a place of souful rest.
I will lay her there and I will comfort her and
care for her and I will make her life
the softest, sweetest life on earth.
BOBBIE
Oh man, Oh man!
you should have seen Jones today,
he was on fucking fire, man!
SAILOR FUCKOL
And when we make love,
it will be the sweetest love,
my mouth upon her mouth,
my lips upon her lips
BOBBIE
Torched up these dudes.
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SAILOR FUCKOL
my tongue upon her tongue,
my hands upon her hips,
her stomach, her breast
CHORUS (Zim)
Shut up asshole, Shut your mouth
BOBBIE
Some punk ass kids from somewhere, man.
Jones fucking whooped them, man.
You should have been there.
I never seen that kind of shit before.
We had downed bout four or five cans of brew, nothing else to do.
Hot like fuck, man.
Jones is shooting around on the court,
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gets hot you know, knocks down about twelve in a row from thirty feet or so.
Just net. All whispers.
Bullet shots, man.
SAILOR FUCKOL
my hands upon her ass,
my fingers beneath her panties,
slipping insider her pussy,
my kisses upon her clitoris,
CHORUS (Zim)
Shut up asshole, Shut your mouth
BOBBIE
But you aint seen nothing like this,
just you listen.
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SAILOR FUCKOL
my tongue inside her vagina,
my fingers inside her ass,
my cock inside her mouth,
her lips upon my shaft,
her tongue upon my balls
CROWD (Zim)
Shut up asshole, Shut your mouth
BOBBIE
Jones he dont answer, like he is, you know,
just takes another step back and boom, you know.
Nails it again. The kids fall down, they just fucking fall down
Im telling you, like a grenade went off or something.
Fuck me, those kids say, how you like that old man.
Jones, you know Jones,
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SAILOR FUCKOL
my cock inside her cunt,
my finger inside her butt
CHORUS (Zim)
Shut up asshole, Shut your mouth!
BOBBIE
The kids start shouting for him to do it again, you know
and Jones just goes over and grabs a beer pops it sits down
and you know Jones, he might as well be deaf for all he cares.
I say to one of the kids, think you can beat him?
The kid looks at me, and says what you saying.
I say, you think you can beat him?
Fuck yea, the kids says, that old man.
Hell yea. I just want to see him throw up another one before he goes
limp from all that beer hes drinking.
I got five bucks says you cant match him from top of the key.
What you talking about the kids says.
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SAILOR FUCKOL
I am in love . In love
BOBBIE
Yea, I say to this kid, I got five bucks
which says that old man beats you at the top of the key.
The kid looks around at his buddies. Says OK.
First to miss, he says. OK, I said.
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Jones gets up, toes the line, sends a ball arcing into the fucking sun,
strokes the net. The kid follows,
cocky cock sucker nails his shot. Jones lines up again,
lets it sail, bonk, hits the rim bounces off.
The kid smiles at his buddies, lets it fly,
swish.
I give him a five. Like he is MJ.
Does he want to do it again, the kid says.
I dont know, I say, Jones you feel like it?
This kid is good, Jones. I dont know, Jones says,
that last beer kind went to my head.
I guess he aint in the mood, I say to the kid.
Cmon old man, Ill let you pick the shot,
the kid says to Jones.
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CHORUS (Zim)
Just fell asleep.
BOBBIE
One more time, Jones, I say to Jones,
give me a chance to get that five back for Christs sake.
We will need it later on. Yea, like some more beer, the kid says,
laughing like its funny or something. Well, that got Jones up off his ass.
He takes the ball and stands a few feet from the foul line.
You gonna shoot from there, the kid yells. NBN, Jones says.
N-the-B-fuck-what, the kid says.
Nothing but net, Jones says and he shoots and it swishes through,
net dont even fucking move. The kid steps up, shoots, clean.
Big fucking deal, he says to Jones.
I say to the kid, ten shots five each winner picks. Sure the kid says.
Go ahead gramps he says to Jones. Jones steps up to the line again.
Not again, the kid says. Rim shot, Jones says.
Huh the kid says as Jones launches the shot.
Ball hits the front of the rim, bounces up like this and falls straight through.
What, the kid screams, that was fucking luck.
Do it, shooters call, I say to him.
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The kid shoots, hits the rim bounces back in his face.
Thats fucked up, the kid says. I take my five back.
Jones is now in the corner. Back rim this time.
Jones lets it fly, ball hits the back of the rim bounces up and falls through the net.
TWO GOONS
hey theres the paper boy
what the fucks he doing
lets wait for him inside
yea, too many people out here
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BOBBIE
The kids buddies are grabbing their nuts, they are about to die
when they see this shit happening. The kid is muttering to himself
as he walks to the spot, he launches an airball, now his buds are
dissing him something serious. You got eight more to go, I remind the kid.
Jones steps behind the front of the three point line. Back door he calls.
No rim, he says. He lets it fly, boom off the back board and
straight through the hole. The kids buddies are pissing their fucking pants.
The kid lets it fly, off the backboard, through the hoop.
Shuts his buddies up. Well fucking cheer for me, assholes, he says.
Jones you know is limping, his gout is acting up again today he says.
Jones spots up about 25 feet to one side, calls back of the rim,
then front of the rim, backboard and in.
Fuck me the kid says. Jones shoots hits the back of the rim,
hits the front of the rim, hits the backboard and drops in.
Like a fucking magician man, a fucking magician.
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BOBBIE
Then it just gets ridiculous after that.
Jones is sweating now, six beers soaking though his shirt,
his eyes look like Martian eyes or something through his spectacles,
youve heard him, spectacles he calls them, the guy is blind as a bat.
He calls a hook shot from the corner, no rim.
Then Jones calls a shot that hits the backboard rolls twice around the rim
and then goes in. Then he calls a shot that hits the backboard,
rolls around the rim and falls out. He calls a shot he calls the Aussie,
hits the back of the rim bounces back to him exactly where he is standing,
he shoots again nothing but net. I am picking up fives wishing
I had asked for twenty shots. The kid aint even trying now,
the kid is fucking humiliated. Jones is ruthless man
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A squawk and a screech. Haprie Number One appeared with Harpie Number Two from
out of the darkness behind the bar.
CHORUS (Zim)
Leave him alone.
To himself: goons gone inside. Gotta escape.
BOBBIE
And then finally, after all this. He hobbles to the other end of the court like he is leaving,
taking his gout home with him.
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BOBBIE
So he stops, turns around. Full court, he dont call a thing.
Lets it fly, swish. Mother fucker it swished right through.
The kid and his buddies were fucking literally bowing on the tarmac to Jones,
kissing his fucking Converse.
It was history man
pure fucking history.
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and I aint the horse smelling it. Or maybe its these bitches.
Lets go.
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ACT THREE
The Harpies Song
ZIM
Nothing, just leave him alone.
ZIM
Waiting.
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ZIM
No one.
ZIM
Right.
ZIM
Not exactly.
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ZIM
I bet you do.
ZIM
I bet it does.
ZIM
I am not interested.
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HARPIES IN UNISON
Only with us.
In the park.
At a bus stop.
Inside a dumpster.
On the bus. Behind the church.
Under the bridge.
Both of us under the bridge.
My butt is real nice too.
ZIM
Hey get the fuck out of there
HARPIES IN UNISON
Hes getting a stiffie!
I bet. Come here stiffie.
Stiffie, stiffie, stiffie!
Squawk, squawk.
ZIM
Fuck you.
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The harpie shakes her hand inside her pocket, pillrattles: a spell about to be cast.
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SAILOR FUCKOL
Ughhhhh?
ZIM
Just making sure you are still with us killer.
THE END
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