Playwrite Essay Research Paper PlaywriteDamien cracks a

Playwrite Essay, Research Paper

PlaywriteDamien cracks a beer after talking to one of his lovers, Lynn. Convincing herto be here at six, he begins to clean up his small, one bedroom apartment,with the bedroom reflecting on his characterization. After a littlevacuuming, and loading the dishwasher he s got plenty of time to kill. Damienlights a cigarette, and walks over to a small gray clay bowl on the glasscoffee table. He pours a few grams of coke out of the bowl onto the table,and pops in a porn he and a couple friends made in his bedroom. Damien does a few big lines, and lights another cigarette, then lays back inhis new massage chair and gets another beer from the fridge next to thechair. Damien thinks, thirty minutes in his Shiatsu massaging chair alongwith his cocaine high would feel really great right now. He slips into amomentary imaginative reality as he watches the film. As Damien begins totransfigure Lydia, the chick that s getting it in the film, for himself inhis head, he s interrupted by a knock on the door. His startled eyes jump tohis digital clock, sitting next to him, that reads 6:28p.m. He walks over toand opens the door, knowing who it is. A gorgeous 36D-26-36 women withstraight shoulder length platinum hair, green eyes, and in her earlytwenties, dressed in an exotically tattooed spandex body suit. + Hi, come on in. Damien looks at her body in the skin tight spandex. godyour walking ecstasy when you wear that . He says softly, meaning to justthink it, with a bit of energy built up by the sight of her. + What., I didn t hear you. She says, smiling knowing what he had said. + I said, that outfit look s really great on you. He says smiling. Wouldyou like a drink, or a line. Damien asks smiling sickly at her.Damien and Lynn walk into the living room, that s only large enough to hold asmall number of things. Damien boasts costly furnishings to make up for thefew things he has. His sofa s a soft, expensive, black glove leather thatseats two, with rounded armrests. In front of the sofa is a round glasscoffee table, that s used for cocaine more than anything, and is piled upwith it at the moment. His favorite lounge is his black leather massagechair angled toward the TV, with concealed mechanical massagers built in atthree places along the back. This alone costs him three thousand dollars. Asmall refrigerator sits next to the massage chair to keep alcohol close athand. The entertainment that sits in front of it all is a forty-eight bythirty-six inch Sony home theater, equipped with a Sony CD player, tuner, andVCR, all linked to a couple of pounding JBL speakers, set at either side ofthe TV. He acquired all this, and a large amount of money with cocaine salesto other bands. Damien met Lynn at the Limelight club on 5th street after his bandsperformance. She was dancing virtually naked, in a small cage raised aboveeveryone on the dance floor. After their shows, she entered a room with anumber of drug dealers and transvestites who Damien occasionally supplieswith drugs to sell. He met her during an argument she was having with adealer about, the coke that she scored off him was cut to shit. Damienstepped in knowing who the asshole she was arguing with was. After learningwhat the problem was he simply introduced himself to Lynn and apologized forthe discourteous behavior. He happened to be someone she wanted to knowbetter for her habit. + I remember the last time you wore that. When we went to Tattoos. Theowner of the club happened to be there. He provided us with drinks for thenight. The idea you gave him, to dress the chicks that work there in theoutfit you were wearing from Frederick s should have gotten us a freemembership card or something other than free drinks. he said clericaly as heopens a small wood box sitting next to him. He takes out a bone laced withcocaine, and lights it. + Yah! That cheap fucken bastard. She said. Waiting for him to pass herthe joint, she opens the refrigerator door and takes out a bottle of vodka,and pours a shot. You gonna trip out on some more acid tonight. she saidhumorously attacking him. + Damien passes Lynn the bone. No fucking way! he said wide eyed, recallingthe nightmare of his life. Not after that weird transmigration thing, that Ithought I was experiencing, like in that weird stupid movie we saw. he saysin a weird nervous like way.Lynn laughing. That freaked the hell out of us, but it was pretty cool. Youscared the hell out of that transvestite, Tony, that was wiggling in your lapat the time. Man I thought for sure Tony was going to have a heart attack. He did like fucken five or six grams, in like only two hours, his heart wasracing big time. The coke you sold him wasn t cut very much. And Lydiastarted freaking on her trip, she thought you were magically desouling her,or something freaky like that, from the way you were acting and shit you weresaying to her.

Suddenly there s a pounding knock on the door. + Who the fuck could that be!. Damien says paranoidly. + I don t know I didn t tell anyone I d be here. As Damien opens the door carelessly, he gets it kicked into him hard. Damienfalls to the ground and looks up. It s a dealer he supplied with coke namedMark, the one he threatened at the Limelight and he s pointing a silenced .45at him. Mark yell s, you see this. Lynn screams as she gets shot in thehead. Her brains splat against the wall just above the sofa instantly, anddrip down slowly. Damien sees this. + Holy shit man!