A One Act Play by HCL:
(The Scene): A innocent looking coffee-house close to the college campus, young, attractive bohemians milling about, laughing, debating and enjoying the warm, spring night.
(The Time): The not so distant past (last night in fact)
Teel : Seemingly new to the ways of the world, but suspiciously satisfied with the taste of ANYTHING deep-fried in a vat of oil.
Encorswish - Somehow sweet and jaded, kind but cruel, alluring but disturbing all at the same time, he fixes his steely eyes upon you in a gaze that says "I have lint in my belly-button", seducatively he draws on his cigarette and huffs "I DONT NEED no stinkin man!"
HCL - The Dawg, dangerous and horny, sniffing legs and butts...his whimper a casual impulse, his bite - more often more than he can chew.
(The Music): Circa 1978 ' blaring "Deep Throat" (Bum-ding-a-Ching-CHING)
encorswish: "Dude, (smoke, draw, puff)...uh why are you sniffing my ass?"
teel: "Hey Chris - this, is uh, making me a little nervous - do you think he can put his pants back on ?"
teel "Chris he's humping my leg - for the LOVE OF GOD make HIM SToooooooooooop!"
encorswish: (Now reclining nude - think "Bodecelli") "Better you than me kid"
hcl: (slurping noises too disgusting to imagine)
teel: "Ple-ase- Chris d-ont let meeee go this waaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy......."
(An errie silence envelops the stage)
encorswish: "well another one bites the dust"
hcl: (smiling, deliriously happy) "I love Rim-O-Rama night at the coffeehouse"
Hey boys had a really fun time bullshitting with ya last night - thanks for the rim job.
(EDITORS NOTE: No bloggers were harmed in the production of this National Public Radio special event, we now return you to "Talk of the Tongue" with Diane Reems)