* The Hole *

I wrote this when i lived in berkeley, circa 1994, It is meant to be a conversation betwixt two people, i never really finished it, or maybe it is finished. it reminds me of one of those acting exercises.



There's a fukkin' hole in your head!

Wha',,, Hunh?

A hole, man. Dammit, That's fukkin' sick!

Dude, what are you talkin about?

Right here, Dude!

Ow, stop that! What the Hell!

How can you not know there's a hole in your fukkin' head?

I don't know man, I don't see the back of my head very often.

Well, how the hell did it get there?

I dunno, man I have been havin wierd dreams lately.

What the hell does that have to do with a hole in your head. How can you talk about dreams all non-chalant like & shit, when
theres a hole in your fukkin' head. You could be getting some kinda infection or sumpthin. You could be fukkin dyin', man!

Do I look like I'm fukkin' dyin'? Now listen, I was havin this dream that my brain was rotting up - dryin' out or sumpthin.

So you've had someone drill a hole in your fukkin' head to find out?

No, Dammit! You're really startin to piss me off!

Wait a minute! I'm pissin you off. Hey, I didn't drill the hole in your fukkin' head, ya moron! You got a damn hole in your damn head - excuse me if I act concerned!

Look! I don't know anything about that hole! This is the first time I even knew it was there. All I know is something really fukked up is happening to me, and I can't quite put my finger on it.

I can.

OWWW! Dammit, man! Leave it alone, for chrissakes!

© 1994