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Running Time: 5 minutes
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(Three scenes: Fred, the homeless guy, Rhonda the single mom, and Tyler the lost teen. Each should have their own spot, and other than when we're going between the other two should be in the dark.) Fred (bottle in hand?): Oh, hi. Most people don't even see me, anymore. Sometimes I feel like I'm invisible. I know what you're thinking. I got what I deserved. You're right. I started drinking heavily when my marriage went bad, and it took over my life. I lost my job, I lost my house, I lost my marriage, my kids. Everything. I don't really get drunk, anymore. (holding up bottle) This is just sustinence. Well, it keeps the edge off the withdrawl, too. Yeah, I go to the shelter, and they feed me sometimes, but... they only feed me. I don't have a way out, now. You need an address to get a job, but you need money to get an address, which means you need a job. ( Spot up on Rhonda) Fred and Rhonda together): I feel trapped, here. I don't know how (spot off Fred, Fred stop speaking) Rhonda: to get out. Yes, I slept with the guy. I knew I could get pregnant, and I did. After I had Grant, I couldn't do college and work and care for him. I could either give up college or Grant. And I couldn't give up my child. Roger, that bum, took off as soon as he found out I was pregnant. Last I heard, he was in California trying to get a band together. So, I live on a waitress' tips and a temp's hourly wage, just trying to feed us, keep the apartment, pay the daycare, and stay alive. Grant goes to school in 2 years, but that doesn't do anyting to pay for day care today. My car needs fixing, but I don't have any money. I hope it lasts a while longer. That clunk is getting louder. I know. (Spot up on Tyler) (Tyler and Rhonda speak together): I know I am where I am because of what I did, (Spot off Rhonda, Rhonda stop talking) Tyler: but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. I didn't know you could go to Juvie for beating up another kid. I mean, it's not like I shot him or anything. And besides, I gotta defend my pride, because that's all we got after... (pause, relive pain) after Dad left. At least mom doesn't have to pay for my food, anymore. Maybe that'll help her pay all those bills. Man, I hate being a burden to her. She's got enough stuff to deal with, without me draggin' her down all the time. Isn't there someone out there that can help her? Help us? (Spot down end sketch) Follow up with sermon about helping imperfect people.
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