The Death of the Dregs
def: a small amount of residue
Ethan Chronicles: II Waiting
Posted by b on 1:32 PM
"Somebody told me once that I could do anything, as long as I put my mind to it.
(Open with a couple of guys in a car at night, driving.)
Honestly, I think that's a bunch of shit."
(The car drives away quickly, turns a corner then you hear a large crash)
(Cut to a scene of the same guy that was in the car walking down the street with crutches and a big cast on his leg. He sits down at a bus stop and waits. A hispanic man sits down next to him.)
"Oh fuck mayne, that's a bad-ass cast. How'd you fuck up dat leg so bad fool?"
"Car-wreck."
"Ah, I see, fuckin' cars. That's why I don't drive. See, that's why I'm at the bus stop? Fuckin' gas is to expensive anyway pandejo."
"That's right, gas sucks."
"So what's up amigo? You got any place to go tonight?
"Nah, I think I'll just stay on this bench all night. Thinking about some tequila later."
"Shit man, sounds like you got some problems. Well, me and my cousin were going to have a party later, you should stop by it's just right down the street cuz."
(The guy hesitates, he's not sure what to make of this hispanic male. Free booze always wins him over though.)
"Well...I guess so man, I'll just be drunk anyways."
"That's the spirit kid! Let's go kill the pain."
(The man stands up to walk away from the bus stop. The other guy hesitates.)
"What are you waiting for pandejo? I already gave you the invitation."
(The hispanic man looks at him for awhile. He extends his hand.)
"My name is Loro."
(The other guy takes his hand, shakes it.)
"I am Ethan."
"Seriously man, your name is Ethan? Ethan and Loro. Sounds strange."
"Yah. I can't leave though Loro."
"Why?"
"Well, I'm not really at this bus stop for fun."
"Ah, so you were waiting for the bus huh? Well, I'll tell you what Mr. Ethan, whenever you get tired of waiting for that bus I will be over there at that bar, probably drunk off my ass."
"Alright, I may see you later then Loro."
"I know you will Pandejo!"
(Loro takes out a cigarette and lights it then walks away towards the bar.)
(Ethan looks further down the street. He sees a man walking towards him talking to himself. It takes awhile for Ethan to notice he's wearing and ear piece for his cell phone.)
"You see there are two types of people, Eileen, winners and losers. I'm always going to be a winner and your always going to be the loser. It's simple math Eileen! There has to be a loser and there has to be a winner, there cant be two winners! Well I know it's sound logic Eileen I thought of it myself. No, I'll be home when I can. Fine Eileen, just pick up the kids, get them dinner and I will meet you at home. Damnitt Eileen I told you I have some work to do and then I'll see you when I get home ok?"
(The man sits down next to Ethan.)
"Fucking women, their all the same. How's it going dude?"
"Not great," (Ethan points to his cast.)
"Well holy shit, what happened man, did you fuck your chick too hard?"
"No, car wreck. You really think I could break my leg from sex?"
"Well I'll tell you one thing, I certainly can." (The guy starts laughing hysterically until the phone falls out of his ear.)
"Ah, fucking cell phone. The one thing I hate about these God Damned things is that they wont fucking stay in your ear when your'e laughing. Have you ever noticed that guy? Technology makes us into little emotionless robots. You know?"
"Hmm, I guess you're right really."
"Fuck yes I'm right, I'm always right. You know why?"
"Uh not really no."
"Because I'm Mr. Right." (Mr. Right hands him a business card, which is just a notebook card that he wrote Mr. Right on.)
"Well...I guess you are Mr. Right."
"I am indeed. Ask me anything, I'm always right."
"Ok Mr. Right, what's the meaning of life?"
"I'm so glad you asked, life is just a series of meaningless events connected through beings that are self-aware. If you break it down into peices it doesn't make sense, you can find patterns in it but as a whole it doesn't work. When you see it as a whole interconnected series of consequences, karma, biology, conciousness it all makes sense. Everything has a purpose"
"Hmm, interesting. What about my broken leg though, what's the purpose of that?"
"Let's say you go into that bar over there and some hot ass bitch sits down next to you. Now, you do your usual stutter dance and she gets creeped out and leaves. Or, you can use your cast as a crutch to get into her panties. See, aren't you glad you have a cast now?"
"Well, that all sounds nice, I guess."
(The guy stands up.)
"What are you waiting for then guy? Let's go into that bar and meet some girls, let's fuck the shit out of them!"
"Then what about Eileen?"
"Fuck Eileen, she's with my kids!"
(The guy starts walking towards the bar, flipping Ethan off as he walks into the bar.)
(Ethan sits there. He looks at his watch. He picks up his bag and pulls out a picture of a dad and a son. He looks at the picture for awhile then puts it in back in the bag.)
Waiting is hard. Wasting time is even harder. It's hard to just let it slip through your fingers. I think of an hour glass, it's inventor wishing not only to create something functional but something metaphorical. I want to make something like that, something useful where form meets function. I'm not deep enough though.
(The guy with the cast stands up and hobbles into the bar. The bus comes to the bus stop, opens it's doors and nobody gets on. The bus is empty, the whole city is empty.)
The inside of a bar, from my perspective probably one of the saddest places to be. Everyone in the room is looking around, shoving liquid down their throats so that they can feel comfortable enough to talk to one another. Some people gaze down into their empty drinks longingly. Others make conversation with strangers. Some idolly strike balls on tables. There is a couple snorting cocaine off a table. There's a pregnant woman with her friends. Hundreds of people, wasting time, waiting for something else to happen. The funny thing about waiting is that if you do it too much, you'll miss whatever it is your waiting for.
(Open with a couple of guys in a car at night, driving.)
Honestly, I think that's a bunch of shit."
(The car drives away quickly, turns a corner then you hear a large crash)
(Cut to a scene of the same guy that was in the car walking down the street with crutches and a big cast on his leg. He sits down at a bus stop and waits. A hispanic man sits down next to him.)
"Oh fuck mayne, that's a bad-ass cast. How'd you fuck up dat leg so bad fool?"
"Car-wreck."
"Ah, I see, fuckin' cars. That's why I don't drive. See, that's why I'm at the bus stop? Fuckin' gas is to expensive anyway pandejo."
"That's right, gas sucks."
"So what's up amigo? You got any place to go tonight?
"Nah, I think I'll just stay on this bench all night. Thinking about some tequila later."
"Shit man, sounds like you got some problems. Well, me and my cousin were going to have a party later, you should stop by it's just right down the street cuz."
(The guy hesitates, he's not sure what to make of this hispanic male. Free booze always wins him over though.)
"Well...I guess so man, I'll just be drunk anyways."
"That's the spirit kid! Let's go kill the pain."
(The man stands up to walk away from the bus stop. The other guy hesitates.)
"What are you waiting for pandejo? I already gave you the invitation."
(The hispanic man looks at him for awhile. He extends his hand.)
"My name is Loro."
(The other guy takes his hand, shakes it.)
"I am Ethan."
"Seriously man, your name is Ethan? Ethan and Loro. Sounds strange."
"Yah. I can't leave though Loro."
"Why?"
"Well, I'm not really at this bus stop for fun."
"Ah, so you were waiting for the bus huh? Well, I'll tell you what Mr. Ethan, whenever you get tired of waiting for that bus I will be over there at that bar, probably drunk off my ass."
"Alright, I may see you later then Loro."
"I know you will Pandejo!"
(Loro takes out a cigarette and lights it then walks away towards the bar.)
(Ethan looks further down the street. He sees a man walking towards him talking to himself. It takes awhile for Ethan to notice he's wearing and ear piece for his cell phone.)
"You see there are two types of people, Eileen, winners and losers. I'm always going to be a winner and your always going to be the loser. It's simple math Eileen! There has to be a loser and there has to be a winner, there cant be two winners! Well I know it's sound logic Eileen I thought of it myself. No, I'll be home when I can. Fine Eileen, just pick up the kids, get them dinner and I will meet you at home. Damnitt Eileen I told you I have some work to do and then I'll see you when I get home ok?"
(The man sits down next to Ethan.)
"Fucking women, their all the same. How's it going dude?"
"Not great," (Ethan points to his cast.)
"Well holy shit, what happened man, did you fuck your chick too hard?"
"No, car wreck. You really think I could break my leg from sex?"
"Well I'll tell you one thing, I certainly can." (The guy starts laughing hysterically until the phone falls out of his ear.)
"Ah, fucking cell phone. The one thing I hate about these God Damned things is that they wont fucking stay in your ear when your'e laughing. Have you ever noticed that guy? Technology makes us into little emotionless robots. You know?"
"Hmm, I guess you're right really."
"Fuck yes I'm right, I'm always right. You know why?"
"Uh not really no."
"Because I'm Mr. Right." (Mr. Right hands him a business card, which is just a notebook card that he wrote Mr. Right on.)
"Well...I guess you are Mr. Right."
"I am indeed. Ask me anything, I'm always right."
"Ok Mr. Right, what's the meaning of life?"
"I'm so glad you asked, life is just a series of meaningless events connected through beings that are self-aware. If you break it down into peices it doesn't make sense, you can find patterns in it but as a whole it doesn't work. When you see it as a whole interconnected series of consequences, karma, biology, conciousness it all makes sense. Everything has a purpose"
"Hmm, interesting. What about my broken leg though, what's the purpose of that?"
"Let's say you go into that bar over there and some hot ass bitch sits down next to you. Now, you do your usual stutter dance and she gets creeped out and leaves. Or, you can use your cast as a crutch to get into her panties. See, aren't you glad you have a cast now?"
"Well, that all sounds nice, I guess."
(The guy stands up.)
"What are you waiting for then guy? Let's go into that bar and meet some girls, let's fuck the shit out of them!"
"Then what about Eileen?"
"Fuck Eileen, she's with my kids!"
(The guy starts walking towards the bar, flipping Ethan off as he walks into the bar.)
(Ethan sits there. He looks at his watch. He picks up his bag and pulls out a picture of a dad and a son. He looks at the picture for awhile then puts it in back in the bag.)
Waiting is hard. Wasting time is even harder. It's hard to just let it slip through your fingers. I think of an hour glass, it's inventor wishing not only to create something functional but something metaphorical. I want to make something like that, something useful where form meets function. I'm not deep enough though.
(The guy with the cast stands up and hobbles into the bar. The bus comes to the bus stop, opens it's doors and nobody gets on. The bus is empty, the whole city is empty.)
The inside of a bar, from my perspective probably one of the saddest places to be. Everyone in the room is looking around, shoving liquid down their throats so that they can feel comfortable enough to talk to one another. Some people gaze down into their empty drinks longingly. Others make conversation with strangers. Some idolly strike balls on tables. There is a couple snorting cocaine off a table. There's a pregnant woman with her friends. Hundreds of people, wasting time, waiting for something else to happen. The funny thing about waiting is that if you do it too much, you'll miss whatever it is your waiting for.