PlayName: School of Jesus Fish
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
There's a little crack in the ceiling in the room that I grew up in...View Full Monologue Text
There's a little crack in the ceiling in the room that I grew up in. Four inches. Maybe. A tiny little insignificant crack. Ceiling's green... or light blue. Fuck, I don't know. But I remember the crack. Because it's about the only thing I could look at while my dad fucked me.
You wanted to know about my childhood. Jesus. I didn't start this psychology shit. There it is. 'I'll give you a dollar if can get it half-way this time' I've got a million of 'em. You want me to clear my fucking closets, really, I'll show you some things you'll never put out of your mind. Bipolar, that's a fancy word for moody, right?
When I'm high, everything's clear, it's like everything's on overdrive and you can actually have a conversation with me, I mean it might be a little one-sided is all, but you could be around me. But when I'm low... Jesus. I know that people want to be supportive and they want to be my friend, but when I get low it's like I'm this vacuum of love and friendship and good feelings and I don't blame people for not wanting to touch me with a ten-foot pole. Not one fucking bit. That giant sucking sound is me.
Age Range: Teen, 20s - Early, 20s - Late, 30s - Early, 30s - Late
Dialects: Standard English
AuthorName: Rick Robinson
Franny reveals a bit about her past.