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by Mike Rosenzweig #250 The Bar Conversation Harrison: A poet… well… not quite, I haven't the authority to presume that I'm much of anything, but, yes, it is my goal when I leave this establishment to be, in fact, a man who paints with words. Faith: I think you're very well spoken, Harrison. Harrison: Please, call me Harris. Harrison sounds so… long to say, no? Faith (giggles): Okay, Harris... (silence) Faith: Is this where people ask you if you want to be called Han or Indiana? I bet you get that a lot... Harrison: Actually, no one has ever asked me that. (silence) Faith: Oh? Well, I feel silly then... (silence) Harrison: It's okay... I'm sure no one's ever asked you to sing country songs... Faith... tell me something from your past, Faith, something that you remember about your childhood… Faith: My past? Oh… I'd… rather not… Harrison: Surely you do have a past yes? Faith: Well, sure. Doesn't everyone? Harrison: Yes, and that's what makes each one of us a poem waiting to be written... If you don't want to speak of your childhood horrors... then enlighten me more about you other than you're name is Faith, you don't sing the blues, and you don't like bars, even though you're at one now... Faith: Two years ago I was a junior in high school, 70 pounds heavier, and the laughingstock of my whole high school. (silence) Harrison: Five years ago I was four inches shorter, full of pimples and glasses, and the laughingstock of my high school. (Faith, smiling to herself) Faith: You wear contacts now? Harrison: Yes. Except to class, there I hide in the comfort of glasses… Faith: Glasses, eh? Me too, except I don't really need them for anything but reading... Let me guess, you think it makes you look smarter, right? Harrison: But of course, and, to my delight, it does. My dirtiest secret revealed, Faith. Please do be quirt about that, I can't have that nasty tidbit of rumor floating around the so-called intellectual circles known as upper division english department... I'b be ruined... Faith: I'll be sure not to let that out... unless, of course, you do something to tarnish my reputation of being pure and sweet and innocent amung the intellectual circle known as lower division undecided. (silence) Harrison: So you haven't chosen a major yet? I can't recommend chosing English, those students are usually bred to be snobbish and uninspired... like me... Faith: You're not a snob... Harrison: Really? Faith: Well, no, I was just trying to make you feel better. Harrison: I didn't realize I was feeling anything other than delight... (silence) Harrison: Faith... do you want to accompany me on a walk back to campus? It's a lovely night out, if not a bit chilly, and of what I remember, the sky is a deep lavander and air is crisp and smells like a snowfall is hovering above us... Faith: Wow... you do have a very romantic way of words... sure. I'll take a walk back... let me just tell Trish about it so she doesn't worry... Harrison: Right... I'll tell my roommate I'm departing as well… if I can find the old bag… (Shot of Faith getting up.) Faith (to Trish, who is at the bar): Hey... Trish... I'm gettin' outta here... Trish: But Faithy, we just got here... hey.. who's the guy in the turtle neck staring at us? (Faith blushes) Faith: No one. Well, I mean, he's walking me home... he's a senior, or a junior, I think, just friends... Trish: He looks like an older, more refined version of Jake. Faith: Who? OH? You think... nah... anyway, lemme get going... I'll seeya at the room, babe... Trish: Leave a hanger on the doorknob, and there's some condoms in the bottom drawer, but, they're kinda old... (Faith really blushes) Faith: Would you stop? There's no way I'm sleeping with someone I just met... you... be safe and come home alone... okay? Trish: Don't I always? Oh, and if you kiss him, wait for his tongue first before you go lashing out like a frog, kay kay? Seeya, Faithy! (Faith rolls her eyes as she makes her way toward the exit...)    
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