Notes: Scene changes and character actions are in italics.
Most of us inhabit at least two worlds, the real world, where we're at the mercy of circumstance, and the world within, the unconscious, a safe place where we can escape. The Maxx shifts between these worlds against his will. Here--homeless--he lives in a box in an alley. The only one who really cares for him is Julie Winters, a freelance social worker, but in Pangaea, the other world, he rules the outback and is the protector of Julie, his jungle queen. There, he cares for her, but he always ends up back in the real world. And me? Old Mr.Gone? Only I can see that the secret which unites them, could destroy them. I could be helpful--ah, screw it--I think I'll have some fun with them first....
Sarah: I was sitting under the Jones street underpass yesterday, that's cuz I want to be a writer and writers got to have experiences, like underpasses. There was an old bum there too. "Hi", I said, "My name's Sarah". At first he didn't say anything then he said his name was Maxx. Turned out he was a superhero fighting this villain called Mr.Gone also turns out he was a jungle guy fighting saber tooth tigers and stuff in Australia. I didn't have to make any of that stuff up, even though I am going to be a writer. I especially like the part about Gone's little cow bathroom. You say this guy was seriously nuts? Hn, well, duh. And then right out of the blue he says he knew my father. Dad. I can almost see his barbershop quartet face in my mind. He died when I was young. Too young to remember. Anyway, the important part is about 3 years ago he went to his office with a rifle and shot everybody and then himself. I don't see why he had to do that. Erase himself I mean. God, did it hurt? I don't see why he had to leave me...alone.
Sarah's Mom: Hey sunshine
Sarah: I don't see why she has to be like this. She wasn't like this before dad went and oft himself.
Sarah's Mom: Did you catch any bad vibes today?
Sarah: I mean, like, wasn't the 60's a long time ago?
Sarah's Mom: So how's school? Trippy?
Sarah's Mom: It's not like you were a disappointment to us or anything. I hate it when you pull back--just like he used to. I'll never forgive him for that. You better share with me Sarah, I won't have you ending up like your father! Oh god, I didn't mean that, why did I say that? Tell me I'm not a bad mother, tell me I didn't ruin you life
Sarah: You didn't ruin my life mom
Sarah's mom: Groovy, now we can be like sisters!
Sarah: If dad had to shoot somebody, why couldn't it have been her? Did my saying that shock you? Good. Writers are suppose to shock people. We say witty and uncontrolled things that rip the shroud off a decaying society and expose it for what it is--well, that's the idea anyway.
Sarah's Mom: It was like a happenin' groove to have this chat with you sweetie
Sarah: Mom says she's not angry at me, not really. Sometimes her screaming and crying fits can last all night, so I share and tell her it's okay...mother. It's weird, dad left her, and in a way, she left me. About this time I started carrying a gun, that's what us writers call--foreshadowing. But first I have to tell you about Jimmy. Jimmy's cool. Jimmy is like me, only shorter. He doesn't have friends just like me, he beats up littler kids and takes their lunch money. I think it's kinda cool, no matter how low you are on the food chain there's always somebody lower. I think we're all either one of us can get, besides, we hate everybody else. They're all necronerds and sand-freaks. They think death is romantic but Jimmy knows the truth, like me, death is hard and cold and ugly, not some cute chick. This is a story Jimmy told me...
Jimmy: Me and Flea were scragging this car on 8th and when we pulled out these carjackers cut us off. God darn scuzballs were gonna to steal our stolen car. We began to fight back and Flea that wuss he bailed on me. It was clear I was gonna have to kick some ass all by myself. I started to really fight then. I bit off one guys thumb, cracked another guys rib like a pencil, they were crying and screaming for mercy. I only laughed, they never had a chance.
Sarah: At least that's what Jimmy said. Although it doesn't sound like the Jimmy I know.
Sarah: I don't know why my mom makes me come and talk to Julie. Like she's even a real social worker
Julie: I said I'd have the money Mr.Bruno, I just need a little more time. You don't have to evict them today do you?
Sarah: She does this social worker thing out of her apartment, very wierd
Julie: Oh you do, yes I'm sure that rat infested hobble is being eagerly solicited by other single mothers. Well you think if I sweeten the rent with an extra 50--
Julie: Come in. --you could manage to beat the hordes for one day. You will? Well you're a prince as always Mr.Bruno. Hey Sarah your mom tells me you're still having trouble with your dad
Sarah: No trouble, I'm fine, he's gone
Julie: She says you brood a lot, that you seem to live in the past
Sarah: This from the living fossil? Like she knows what's really going on.
Julie: You know she loves you Sarah
Sarah: I found one of my dad's guns last week. It made me feel good to touch it, like I was near him.
Julie: So tell me how you're feeling
Sarah: Why? Feelings are stupid
Julie: Sounds like you have some good reasons to feel that way
Sarah: Oh you mean like cuz I'm fat and ugly. Or maybe because I have zits and glasses and most kids my age think I'm a joke and so I try to run away from myself by shutting everyone else out. You mean like those kinda reasons?
Julie: I know it feels this way now but you won't feel like this the rest of your life
Sarah: You don't really believe that now, do you?
Julie: Yes I do
Sarah: And I thought my mom was naive
Julie: That sounds like something your father might--
Sarah: Shut up! Don't talk about him! What do you get out of this anyway? You spend your own money bailing a bunch of nobodies out of jail and trying to buy them. I think you can't handle relationships with anyone unless you're trying to control them
Julie: Hey that's enough!
Sarah: I don't get you Julie, you're not a fat and ulgy kid with zits and glasses but between the two of us, why do I get the feeling that you're the one that's running from herself. Finally mom showed up.
Sarah's Mom: You're just buying into the same old macho posturing that--
Sarah: They had the same old argument. Stinea, Puglia, if all they do is fight, then why are they still friends? And why do I still have to come here?
Mom: I've had a little more experience then you
Sarah: Obviously, they're both nuts
Mom: Alright fine well I don't wanna talk about it anymore
Julie: Oh it figures you never want to talk about it
Mom: No I never do okay, so, just see you next week
Julie: Yeah, you bring the chocolates this time
Mom: Alright, bye
Julie walks into other room
Maxx: watching TV Poor kid she's gotta kinda tough
Julie: She's a brat
Maxx: Maybe she's just hit the nail a little too close to the head kinda brat *Julie beans him with a shoe* Ow!
Julie: Yeah and get your friggin' feet off my coffee table
School Gym at Night
Sarah: Like I said, Jimmy and I are exactly alike. We understood each other, or at least, that's what I thought. Like when we went to the stupid dance together. I'm not a fool, I know what we look like. After all we just went for laughs. Luckily, I don't feel hurt or surprised anymore. When someone turns on the lights, it doesn't get to me. It's just the kind of joke that Jimmy and his pals would play--just for laughs. Like I was saying, luckily, I'm not stupid, I don't get hurt anymore. Yeah, lucky me. *to shadows* Don't worry everybody's gone. It's safe to be seen with me.
Jimmy: Sorry Sarah, I had to do it. This is like my only chance to be like, cool. See, we're together because no one liked us but now everybody will like me and I know it's stupid to give you up for everybody else but I just can't help it. Beside, we were just having a laugh. Right?
Sarah: I could feel the gun in my pocket
Jimmy: Nobody really got hurt right?
Sarah: But even more I could feel the sweet hot hatred my dad must have felt
Jimmy: You understand, don't you Sarah?
Sarah: I understand
Jimmy: You aren't mad right? Cuz we can still be friends and stuff as long as nobody sees us.
Sarah: I'm not mad Jimmy. And the funny thing was, I really wasn't mad because in that second, I realized that if they had to come to me instead of him, I would have done the same thing. I think it's important for every writer to know that she has the potential to be just as rotten as everybody else.