Black Ink Pen
by Jeff Goode
copyright © 2010

Okay - okay - what about this?
A guy walks into a bar, maybe.
Or, no, a planetarium.
(Look up "planetarium")
Like with the stars and lasers. Round.
And he's all like,
"OoooOOoo - something about the universe or something!"
No, and there's a girl.
Not at the planetarium, back at the bar.
Or no, maybe they meet at the bar and then go to the planetarium.
Nice.
Romantic planetarium.
Jaime.
That's who would be perfect for that part.
323-555-5718
That's her number.
Remember to call her.
And Frank.
Not Frank - Johnny.
319--scratch that. No, that's not right.
Look it up.
Don't for-get.
Wait, what day is it.
Fuck, it's the first!

(pratfall) (jumps back up)
Rent - 900 dollars
Phone bill - $87.36
Cable - 3 carry the one - $61.32
(take a breath)
Your mom called.
Okay, there's a raccoon, maybe.
Big round eyes.
Bigger big big. Rounder.
(thinking) Rounder. Rounder. Rounder.
Eyeglasses!
Sunglasses.
Raccoon. Tail. Eyes. Claws!
Little claws-- Big claws!
Laser beams coming out of his eyes.
Yes! No laser beams. But he's in a planetarium.
(taps face)
Fuck it. Aw, I give up.
(collapses on the floor)
© 2010 Jeff Goode - THIS SCRIPT IS COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL AND MAY NOT BE DOWNLOADED, TRANSMITTED, PRINTED OR PERFORMED WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR



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