Adam Gudeon
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Scene 2
Scene. Wookie walking down main street. Runs into Homeless Man #1 walking with his head down. He calls loudly to catch his attention.
Wookie: Hey, Homeless Man #1.
Homeless Man #1 looks up with his hand above his eyes to cover the glare.
Homeless Man #1 (mumbly and audible): hi…oh…hi
Wookie: How’s it going?
Homeless Man #1: Good. Good
Wookie: I heard you got banned from the library.
Homeless Man #1: That’s true. That’s true. I…wrote them a letter… petitioning for re-entry.
Wookie: Hmm.
Homeless Man #1: There’s a…board meeting today.
Wookie: You going?
Homeless Man #1: uh-hmm. yes. I’m going to go.
Wookie (smiling): They gonna let you in?
Homeless Man #1 (laughing): We’ll see.
Scene: Wookie walks down the block into the coffee shop. As he enters, he sees Cooler-than-Thou.
Wookie: Hey, how’s it goin?
Cooler-than-Thou: Oh hey man. What’s going on?
Wookie: ehhh…you know —
Cooler-than-Thou: No. I don’t.
Wookie: You don’t?
Cooler-than-Thou: No.
Wookie: Hmm.
Cooler-than-Thou (with a straight face): I’m a fucking genius.
Wookie: Everyone is a fucking genius.
Cooler-than-Thou (looking out the window): Alright, I’ll catch you man. Take it easy
(Cooler-than-Thou exits)
Wookie: Easy
Scene. Wookie walks up to the counter to order a coffee. He recognizes the Barista.
Barista (in an exasperated way): Howww’s it goiiiing Wookie?
Wookie: Am I that draining?
Barista: Nooo Wookie. How are you Wookie?
Wookie: You keep saying Wookie. It’s a little…distancing.
Barista: Good.
Wookie: Why is that good, my sister?
Barista: First of all I’m not your sister- brah…second of all you smell, you’re broke, and you’re kind of a weirdo.
Wookie (pretending to text): Boy bye.
Barista (to Wookie): Boy die.
Wookie (smiling): Curved.
Barista (smiling): What can I get you?
Scene. Wookie walks up to the Sunoco station to say hi to Carol.
Carol: Hey, Wookie.
Wookie: Hey, Carol.
Carol: How’s it going?
Wookie: It’s going.
Carol: What you up to?
Wookie: Walking around, trying to find work.
Carol: You still dishwashing at the pub?
Wookie: A few nights.
Carol: How’s that?
Wookie: Creamy.
Carol: Ahhh…
Wookie: There’s no point in being angry about it all. You know?
Carol: I do.
Wookie: I mean, it’s money at the end of the day. Being poor is a social death sentence.
Carol: Being lower middle class aint a walk in the park either.
Wookie: Who’s happy?
Carol: You know have to move out in two weeks, Wookie.
Wookie: I know.
Carol: Where you gonna go?
Wookie: I don’t know.
Carol: I’m sorry.
Wookie: Me, too.
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