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Monologue Mania Day # 212 by Janet S. Tiger 7/11 Sept. 12, 2014 7/11
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
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(Man about 30-35 comes onstage, wearing a jacket.)
Lucky seven. Never lucky for me. I
actually liked the number 13 better, because a lotta good things happened to me
on Friday the 13th.
I got born on a Friday the 13th. I got
married on a Friday the 13th - by accident, not on purpose. We eloped on
April 12th, and we drove all night to get to Maryland, where you didn't need
blood tests and papers and nothing except 20 bucks. But we got there at
11:30pm, in the rain, and the guy and his wife who did the ceremony and
everything, they were in bed, so they had to get up and get dressed, and by the
time we said 'I do', it was Friday the 13th.
We didn't notice till the next day, but it sure
didn't matter, because that was the best day of my life. Until my son was
born, yeah, you guessed it, on Friday the 13th! Amazing, huh?
We should be, like, I guess, in that book of
world records, the beer book, what's the name? Guiness I
think......that's us, record book people.
But I guess luck is a little like beer….sooner
or later the glass is empty.
You see for a lot of people the numbers seven
and eleven are lucky. 7/11, somehow, those numbers never worked for
me.
You see, I died in a 7/11 store......a robbery that went
very wrong.
(Listens)
Was I the store keeper or the robber?
Was I the guy who needed money, so he goes into the place…..and
takes something and puts it over his face……..
(Takes a
stocking and pulls it on his head, puts his hand in his jacket pocket)
Okay, be cool. This gun can blast a hole in my pocket – or in
your head
But if you give me the money we can both live instead…..Come
on, no fast moves, man
And then he reaches for the cash drawer and I hear the sound
of it opening…..
(He is
ecstatic, then looks down at his stomach)
I guess he didn’t hear what I said…..
Man, is that my blood?
Is it really so red?
(He pulls
off the stocking and puts it by the wound, falling to the floor.)
So this is what it’s really like…..to be dead…..
(He lies
quietly on the ground, then gets up, looking at where he was)
Or was I the manager, who had to take the job, because the
shipyard closed and I couldn’t get a welding job so fast, and with a new baby,
it was tough.
(He holds his
hands up. He is afraid but trying not to
show it.)
Hey, man, be cool. I’ll
give you everything in the drawer, just put the gun down, ok?
(He reaches
below the counter, then hands the money over.)
That’s all there is, man, I can’t open the safe, it’s on a
time-lock…
(He then grabs
his shoulder, spins around, horrified.)
Hey, I gave you all the money! What’d you do that for……..you shot me for 24
bucks…..
(He falls to his
knees)
And a box of raisinets……..I died for a damned box of raisin.....……..
(He falls,
motionless, then stands and looks at the body, then at the other place his body
fell)
So what was I? The
thief or the manager?
(He starts to
walk off, stops, looks back)
Does it matter? I’m still dead!
(He puts his hands in his pockets as he exits. The end.)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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