The Profession Monologue
|The Profession Monologue by Walter Wykes|
EUGENE: Hey! Don't touch that! That's my orange! MINE!!!
[EUGENE wrenches his orange away from the VAGRANT.]
Sorry. I'm sorry. I ... I don't mean to be stingy. I'm sure you're very hungry, but I can't allow you to eat this orange. It's just that ... well, it's ... it's the key to everything! I know that doesn't seem to make much sense. I don't understand it quite yet myself. But one has to have faith, you know, that ... well, that everything will come clear in the end.
It ... it must be nice to be a halfwit. A vagrant, I mean. A wanderer. You don't have to contemplate. If you're hungry, you eat. Everything's basic. Primitive. Nothing to confuse the issue. No one to push you around ... tell you what to do. Maybe ... maybe I should join you!
[EUGENE chuckles. No response from the VAGRANT.]
Hey ... maybe ... maybe I should! They'd never find me then! And if they did ... well, they wouldn't recognize me! I'll bet people don't even give you a second look, do they?! They probably cross the street when they see you coming! That's it! That's the answer! I'll be an outcast! What do you think?
[The VAGRANT snorts.]
What's so funny? I could be an outcast! I ... I admit I don't have much experience, but I've always thought of myself as living on the fringes, you know. I'm an outlaw at heart! Once, when I was five or six ... don't tell anyone, but ... I once stole a whole handful of comic books from a retarded boy that lived down the street! Lifted them right under his nose!
All right, I ... I took them back the next day, but it's the thought that counts!
You're not impressed.
I guess maybe a ... a true outcast only takes what he needs to survive. Is that it? You probably have your own code of conduct. Like the samurai. But I ... I could learn! You could teach me!
[The VAGRANT snorts.]
I think I'd make a respectable outcast!
All right, what's ... what's wrong with me? Is it the shoes? You're rightshoes might draw attention! Shoes are much too mainstream for me anyway! I've never really liked them! They chafe your feet! Give you blisters!
[EUGENE removes his shoes.]
[The VAGRANT stares at EUGENE's feet.]
I ... I suppose I should get rid of the socks too?
There! You seeI'm willing to make sacrifices. I don't ask for special treatment. I just want to be a regular outcast like everyone else.
[The VAGRANT stares hard at EUGENE.]
[EUGENE begins to fidget.]
What is it? The pants? Just tell me what to do. I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Only I ... I don't have anything else to wear. This is all I've got. I admit, it's a bit dressy for your average outcast, but ... I ... I could dirty it up a bit. A few properly placed smudges, a rip here and there, and you won't recognize it!
[EUGENE attempts to rip his coat.]
This ... ahh ... this is ... good ... good fabric. Maybe if I try the seams.
[He tries the seams--no luck.]
Oh! Wait! I've got it! We could trade! You want to trade?! You know, they say well dressed panhandlers are much more successful! People are more likely to give you a few dollars if you're wearing a coat and tie because they know you must really be in a bind! I ... I know it doesn't make much sense, but it's a proven fact!
[EUGENE begins to take off his clothes.]
Just ... just take off your clothes. I'll even throw in the shoes. And the socks, if you'd like. They're a little smelly, but ...
[The VAGRANT takes EUGENE's shoes. Sniffs them.]
Believe me, you won't be sorry. Those are very expensive shoes! Some kind of fancy leather. My ... my wife, Ibid, bought them for me ...
[He stares at the pants in his hands for a long moment.]
She ... she has very good taste in ... in clothes.
[Silence. Overcome with sadness, EUGENE sits on the bench. Finally, after a long moment, he offers the VAGRANT his pants.]
Here. Take them.
You want the coat too? Take it! And the tie! Take it all! I don't need it anymore! There! I feel much better now! Free! So this is what it's like to be an outcast!
[The VAGRANT snorts.]
What? I ... I still don't qualify? But I've met all the requirements. I mean, I'm sure there are some spiritual aspects that I'll ... I'll have to grow into ... certainly. I mean, I'm sure there are several levels of vagrancy and ... and I can't expect to attain the highest levels right away. These things take time. I'm sure you've been at it for years, and you want to protect your status by making newcomers serve a ... a sort of apprenticeship so to speak. And I'm willing to do that! I'm committed for the long term! But surely I qualify as at least a Level One outcast! I mean, one has to have some kind assurance that one is moving in the right direction! After all, I've given up everything! I've sworn off all material possessions!
[The VAGRANT stares at EUGENE'S orange.]
[EUGENE clutches the orange tightly.]
You don't mean this? It's not for material reasons that I'm attached to it! It's what the orange represents! Why can't I be an outcast with an orange? Where is it written that an outcast can't own a little piece of fruit?!
[The VAGRANT holds up his hand--points to it.]
[The VAGRANT points to his hand.]
[The VAGRANT nods--pantomimes opening a book.]
Reading. Hand-reading? Braille? Blind?
[The VAGRANT shakes his head no.]
[The VAGRANT nods.]
[A beat. Horrified.]
[The VAGRANT nods emphatically.]
No! Oh, no!
[The VAGRANT does a mad dance, clapping wildly.]
You're lying! There is no handbook! I refuse to believe it! It's a lie! A fabrication! You just want me to feel I've been left in the dark! Well, I ... I won't have it! Do you hear?! I won't have it! I refuse to cooperate! How do you like that?!
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