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.
That's who would be perfect for that part.
That's her number.
Remember to call her.
Not Frank - Johnny.
319--scratch that. No, that's not right.
Look it up.
Wait, what day is it.
Fuck, it's the first!
(pratfall) (jumps back up)Rent - 900 dollars
(take a breath)Your mom called.
(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