Scene: Wookie comes down the stairs from his bedroom. Sonia and Carol are sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes.
Wookie: Hipster/country/intellectual — rents a room for $500 from a single woman named Carol who works at the Sunoco station. Sonia — a bartender at Allium — also rents a room for $500. The house is near Lake Mansfield, Great Barrington, Massachusetts.
wookie: how’s it looking?
(wookie looks at sonia curiously)
carol (sipping her coffee): wookie —
wookie (preparing his cereal): landlady?
sonia: her name is carol.
wookie (speaking to sonia): carol….is my landlady —
carol: landlady is fine wookie. when you say how’s it looking — (carol smiles over at sonia)
sonia (smiling): — you mean will wookie get some nookie…right? (smiling at wookie)
wookie (to carol and sonia): geez…can’t a man say good morning without sexual intent?
sonia (standing to refill her coffee): with the kids you’re hanging around these days…
wookie: oh sorry- ur still fucking johny crystal whisperer?
carol: she likes him wookie.
sonia (turning to wookie): sorry wookie wonka — not everyone is a tortured polyamorous beat poet living off the state’s dole.
carol: sonia —
sonia (sits down and grabs a cigarette): the hipster before all hipsters.
wookie (sitting down at the table): the townie before all townies.
carol (sipping her coffee): towns are dead.
sonia (to wookie): so you’re not a townie, you’re just homeless.
carol: city. its all city. city architecture —
wookie: i’m about to be.
carol: city prices.
wookie: city neglect.
(carol grabs her cigarettes then exits)
(wookie and sonia sip coffee)
sonia: not my president.
wookie: fuck the president. we need a record store.