Act I

The camera focuses in on a half bottle of absinthe. The lights now blaze on, then turn dark and the light is changing the color to blue gradients.

Sounds of racecars go by; a voice in monotone comes awake. 2 men in their twenties are in a house, tied up and facing a wall. They do not seem to be aware that they are in the dark, tied up and can only see shadows on the wall they are facing. When they do find out, they are nonplussed.

Chris: What’s that? She didn’t tell me shit! She liked you, she let you write about whatever she wanted but she didn’t tell me what to write. We read some pretty interesting stuff. What was that one novel?

Oregon: Pride and Oedipus? By Jane Austen-Heely. I think so. It had this girl who would only marry for love but it turned out that she had actually been married before and had a kid.

Chris takes in a deep breath and says the next lines exceptionally fast but also able to be heard.

Chris: …and the kid was ugly and had one eye or something so they put him in that place where Oliver Twist lived and when he grew up, he fell in love with his mother. And that is how he lost the other eye. I would stab my eye out with a marshmallow pick too if I did something that treacherous. This stuff, what’s the alcohol content? Looks pretty incredible. I wonder why it’s changing colors? I was thinking, why did they go and start the racecars when there are always these signs saying “Don’t drink and drive”?

Oregon: I think you have a nice mullet. I think they mean public roads. You can do whatever the hell you want when you are on your own private property. That’s what the insurance companies believe, anyway.

Chris: Man, who cares. I go everywhere when I drive even when I’m sober, I’m fast but not safe. I wish I could boost. I bet thats what absinthe makes you feel like, that you are boosting. Maybe I should buy a car?

Oregon: Mebbe. Who can afford one nowadays? The nitching insurance kills you. America is set up so that we will never go beyond our station.

Chris: What is this babble. You nefarious rabble. You are worse than that bullheaded teacher. Who hires a woman fresh out of college that can’t keep her goddamned ideas to herself and who certainly cannot even drive a stick shift?