1Harb- (Center, up) I never thought it’d come to this…but it has.
(cross down) She was just too…controlling. Too self-righteous for my liking. She always wanted to know where I was going, when I would be back, who I was going with.
(cross up) She was just something to look at for a while. Something to cook and clean. She had no real importance to me. And she was getting on my nerves.
(turn to audience) So I stabbed her.
(pace) It was the perfect crime, actually. Just three stabs; one to the throat, one to the chest, one to the stomach.
The name’s James Harbury. People call me Harb. Don’t know why, but they do.2
I didn’t grow up bad, or anything. Never got into drugs or nothing. I like my mind, and the way it works, so I stay clean.
Grew up a Catholic boy. Was a pretty good kid, up until eight, when I decided I didn’t like my church clothes. Things start out so small, don’t they? Then I got the cops called for battery assault of the Priest, a couple nuns, and my dad. And then I ran away. Right before they showed up. Didn’t come home until Thursday, because we had church on Sundays and Wednesdays, and I didn’t want to go back. And there’s the start of my police record.3
So now, here I am. Back in my old apartment with my idiot of an older brother. He was “keeping” it for me. I considered slitting his throat for a second, when I walked in, because he knew about me and her, but he’s always so high he never remembers a thing. Except that I’m his brother, this is where he lives, and how to roll a joint.4
Part two: Dialouge (fade, exit stage left. Enter Harb and Ritchie. )5
Harb: Hey. Turn on the TV!
Ritchie: Wha? Oh. Hey man. Wha? TV? Mmmmmmk then… (Switches on TV W/ remote)
Harb: Now shut up and watch.
Ritchie: Watch? That’s boring. Can’t we go talk to Phil?
Harb: No. I’m not gonna sit around while you try and bum more weed off of Phil, you idiot. Shut up!
Ritchie: Can we when you’re done?
Harb: (sigh) We’ll shoot some pool after this. Just pay attention.
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