Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #944 Serving Time (revised) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 13, 2016

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Monologue Mania Day #944 Serving Time (revised) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 13, 2016

                                   
Original post Day # 165   by Janet S. Tiger Serving Time  July 27, 2014   

   Parental alert - Adult material and some language

                                              Serving Time (c)
                                                      (revised)
                                        A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   
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                (The man who walks onstage is older, blue-collar, he is not happy, almost smoldering.  But he puts on a good cover.....at first.)

I don't know why I'm telling you this.  I mean, we just met.  But you asked, so yeah, I have children.  Three daughters and....one son.

               (Takes out a cigarette and lights it, breathing slowly)

I try to cut these out, but when something bothers me, I dunno, smoking makes it easier somehow.  It relaxes me.

My son.  He was twelve when I caught him.....with those...(says it with disgust) ....magazines.  Magazines with men where there should be women, you know what I mean, right?  And he was, you know...enjoying them.....and I.....

              (He takes his hand and makes it into a fist)

I pounded that crap right out of him!  I made him take those filthy pages and burn them!  And he learned there is only one right way!  And I taught him well!

And he got married, and he had a nice wife, and two kids, a family........the right way!  And he was happy!  Anyone could see he was happy!  I mean, he loved those kids, my grandchildren, they're good girls, decent girls.

               (He crushes out the cigarette)

And he's married twenty-five years, and his wife dies.  That's five years ago, and now, he tells everyone he's......(hard to say it)......he's got a........boyfriend!  He says he's sick of living a lie, and that he's served his time......like it was a jail sentence being normal!

How dare he!  He did everything right!  And then he has to bring shame onto this family!

I can see you lookin' at me, how can I say that about my own son......how could I beat a kid like that?  Well, it worked didn't it?  I mean, it worked it him..........just like it worked on me...(takes a deep breath)....when my father caught me with my best friend.......Leon Kolinski.......and he beat the livin' tar out of both of us.

So we learned - that taught us good!  ......and we got married, and we had kids, and we got houses near each other, and went fishing together, and..... no one ever knew.  No one had to know.  It was our business.  And then Leon ......

             (He chokes up, lights another cigarette)

Leon goes and shovels some snow and has a damn heart attack .....and he dies.  And I go to the funeral and I cry like I'm a baby, and everyone understands because they knew we were ......best friends. 

And there isn't a day goes by I don't think of him.  And I miss him.  I miss the way we could be together for hours and not talk.  I miss the way he smiled, and the way the cigarette would hang outta his mouth like Bogart used to do.  (Shakes his head)  Maybe I shouldn't miss the cigarettes, that's probably what helped give him the heart attack.  But look at me.  I smoke a pack every day, now, it's a lotta years, and here I am.  The doctor says I'm healthy as a horse.  But who the hell wants to be a horse? (Snickers)  Maybe parts of a horse!   (Thinks for a minute)   I'll be eighty years old in two months.  He died forty years ago today.  Forty years alone for me...... 

            (He takes a last drag on the cigarette, crushes it out.)

Thanks for talkin' to me.  I don't usually come around here.

            (Listens, smiles)

Without a prostate I'm too old to come.....let alone come out!  But, thanks for the offer......          

             (He turns to leave, looks back)

Talk about serving time!  .....You see, MY wife didn't die.......

             (He laughs sadly as he exits.  The end.)
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