I thought you'd look different. More stylish. I don't see it, whatever attraction...View Full Monologue Text
I thought you'd look different. More stylish. I don't see it, whatever attraction there was with you. I thought maybe you were like the Marlboro Man. Snake skin boots. You know, one of those guys that dying only makes look more rugged. With the stubble and the grizzled wisdom. God, movies are something, aren't they? Cause I've only seen two real dying people in my life and I gotta say, both times now, dying just looks downright pathetic. To think that I drove over the speed limit to get here! Way over! I could have gotten a ticket. I haven't been issued a ticket in thirteen years. Needless to say, I get premium insurance rates with that record, but I didn't care. I had to see you, the man who just... well, I can see now that you're not that guy anymore are you? But for whatever reason, God only knows, she wants to see you. All this time she swore but now... suddenly. Anyway, whatever, cause you're done with your old ways, right? You've only got time now for reflection, making peace with your maker, right?
PlayName: Leda's Swan
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
AuthorName: Leegrid Stevens
Brent is meeting his wife's dying ex-lover for the first time.
Age Range: 20s - Late, 30s - Early, 30s - Late, 40s - Early
Dialects: Standard American