Life, a Dialogue

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A dialogue piece about life involving three friends, one of which who's view is changing as they grow.

Life
A Dialogue by Christopher Michael Carter

 

You, dear reader, are our narrator; someone wanting more in life but at a loss as to where to start. New feelings are coming to you and you start to view your surroundings differently, including your aimless friends.

Narrator (to the audience)
Life. What is the meaning of life? Why are we here? And any other question everyone asks themselves at one point or another. Most people say the whole idea is to get married, get a job, and support your family. But I’m in search of something more. I can’t speak for these guys though.

Friend 1, as nameless as his ambitions and aspirations in life, puts down his comic book.

FRIEND 1
Dude, let’s do something, I’m freakin’ bored.

Narrator (to his friends)
We could go bowling.

FRIEND 1
Nah, not feelin’ bowling. Plus we don’t have the dough.

Friend 2, as equally nameless as his cohort, is sitting on the floor with a small American flag in hand. He’s heavy minded, yet not enough to stop procrastinating.

FRIEND 2
Hey, at least you have the choice. People in other countries don’t have that kind of freedom.

Narrator (to friends)
Will ya shut that flaggin’ shit up?

FRIEND 2
Just saying.

Narrator (to the audience)
I’m not an anarchist. I’m not anti-America. I just hate being lectured about what we have by people who have only read stuff about other countries. I appreciate my privileges and all but hearing over-patriotic people tends to make my ears bleed.
(Rest)
You don’t have to be tough and holding a gun to be a hero. There are everyday heroes all over the place but no one hears of them… They’re the unsung heroes of the world.

FRIEND 1
Let’s call Fat Dave and ride around.

FRIEND 2
Yeah, hand me the phone.

Narrator (to the audience)
Great. Someone who they normally wouldn’t hang out with is going to be asked to drive them around. It’s pretty sad when someone’s personal flaw becomes part of their name, as if things aren’t bad enough with one’s problems but then people have to remind them.

Friend 2’s sitting, waiting on the phone.

FRIEND 2
Um, hi, is Fat Dave home?

Narrator (to his friends)
Hey, don’t call him that.

FRIEND 1
Hey, you’re the one who started calling him that.

Narrator (to his friends)
Yeah and I was wrong.

FRIEND 2
Hey, Fat Dave, whatcha doin’? Oh, eatin’? Well when you get done you wanna come pick us up and go ride around? Okay, cool.

Narrator (to his friends)
Why don’t we just walk or take the bus? Or ask him to go walk with us.

Narrator (to the audience)
Trying to point out my disapproval of using someone here.

FRIEND 1
Nah, he’ll come and we’ll all head out.

Narrator (to his friends)
(Shaking his head)
Heh… okay.

Narrator (to the audience)
Life. Casual mysteries. It really makes you wonder what it’s all about. I know I’m stumped.


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