Don't touch me. I don't expect you to understand, Brent. How could you?...View Full Monologue Text
Don't touch me. I don't expect you to understand, Brent. How could you? You're like starch. You're like starch but Res is... Res is adrenaline. So don?t talk to me about old people. I already know the jokes. I've seen the sit-coms. Res is like a Greek legend compared to you. He makes those crazy stories seem possible. The Trojan War, Hades, the Titans... I could picture Res there, in the middle of it, swinging his sword. But you... you I picture in subway advertising, removing bunions. You fit right in, the kind of domesticated man Earth wants these days. Always struggling with an umbrella or car keys. I don't know, Brent. I just need bigger battles than those with our objects of convenience. I don't want to fight the toaster anymore. I can't believe I ever found it a worthy opponent. I think I've been duped. My life isn't supposed to be this small.
Age Range: 20s - Late, 30s - Early, 30s - Late
Dialects: American Southern, Midwestern American
Sylvia explains to her husband, Brent, that he is boring compared to her ex-lover, Res.
PlayName: Leda's Swan
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
AuthorName: Leegrid Stevens