W.I.P. Screenplay.

Narrator:
"What is it that you want to do with your lives?" Thats what the lady asked us in grade school. I raised my hand like everyone else, like the humble little sheep I was trying to be. She called on the boy beside me first. "I want to be a fireman, just like my daddy." So if he wants to be like his daddy in thirty years he should have a great farmiliarity with whisky and tobacco and the feeling the back of his hand gets when his wife doesn't have the food on the table by six o'clock pm. The lady next called on a small girl in the front of the class. Standing up with her hands at her side she said, "I want to be an Nurse." Another expected choice, but she sadly never got her degree in anything except fishing singles out of a G-String. Then it came to my turn. I looked her straight in the face and said "I want to do something great, something that everyone will remember me for." She asked what specifically I wanted to do as a job and I thought for a second. What did I want to do for a living? And then it came to me. "I want to be the next Socrates." The lady, along with the rest of the class laughed and a few of the kids even pointed, as kids do. I put my hand down and slumped in my chair, ashamed and humiliated. After all, I just had my dream laughed at and I was pointed at. For some reason that always adds a level to the greif that you feel after being publically mocked for your beliefs. Did I end up the next Socrates? Not yet, I am still here. In the crap town that I grew up, in the crap state that I live. Woop-de-fucking-do.

Woman:   Hey Charlie, wake the fuck up! We need to go get some grocieries.

Narrator:
This is my girlfriend, Tuesday. Her parents were hippies or something that met at Woodstock. They got together and have been ever since. Tues is the baby. Her oldest sister, Sunday, came out nine months after the first meeting. Big shocker for his father when he found out his lover wasn't able to take a puff from the peace pipe for a while. Then came her middle sibling, Monday, and then she came. You'll meet her parents sometime. But I digress. Me and her have been living together ever since graduation, we have been together since Junior year, and first time we did it was after the Junior Prom. She transfered in from Arizona and I was immediately facinated with her. She was an outsider, someone who had been places other then this shithole. And she had blue hair and a rocking body. Hey I was still a horny ass school kid so you can't blame me for being shallow. But she turned out to be an awesome chick who listened to a lot of the same music as me and she had a bitchin ride. She's just awesome. But occasionally I get on her nerves.

Charlie:   What time is it Tues?

Tuesday:  Eight thirty.

Charlie:   And we need to get grocieries?

Tuesday:  Yep.

Charlie:   Wake me up in an hour hun.

(Charlie rolls over in the bed.)
(Picking up a broom, Tuesday beats Charlie until he rolls out of bed.)

Tuesday:  Oh look, your out of bed now. Get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast before we leave.                                                                                                                                      

(Tuesday turns and walks to the door.)

Charlie:   Eight thirty in the morning. Where am I going school?

(Tuesday stops dead and turns, giving a deathglare at Charlie.)

Tuesday:  You should be fucking working god damn it. Not sleeping in until one in the fucking afternoon. I don't want to be the only one bringing in money.

(Tuesday leaves the room still muttering to herself about Charlie's lazyness.)

Narrator: Yep. I am a lazy bastard who fears change and doesn't do anything that even remotely contributes to society in anyway.

(Charlie stands up and begins to look for some clean clothes. He chooses a basic black shirt, black jeans, and black socks. After dressing and lacing up his black shoes, he goes into the kitchen, sitting down at the table.)

Narrator: Another thing about Tues is that she is a fan-fucking-tasic cook. We never eat out because she learned how to cook from her mother and father who used to run a vegan bakery and eatery. They got bought out for two hundred million so they decided to retire. Who says that money can't buy your dreams away from you. Tues doesn't get a cent of that money however. Her parents believe that she must aspire to greatness in the same way they did. So instead of living in the city, we are living in a trailer, because that was the only vacant place in the area.

(Tuesday sets down a plate with pancakes and a glass of orange juice.)

Charlie: Pancakes? Really? Whats the special occasion?

Tuesday: You really have no concept of time, do you Charlie?

(Tuesday gets a faint smile on her face.)

Tuesday: Well just eat up quickly. We need to get going pretty quickly.