Character Monologue Demo
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North American (General)Transcript
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I met an old man on the street today. He had crossed eyes and reeked of **** and funk. He asked me for a square, which I did not have, but to him, I could not lie. I'm going to the store, I said. Now he said, Yeah, I said His left. I looked up into the right. His right stay fixed on me. All right, let's roll, he said. Cool. I said It was no longer me but us. Both him and me. The I became we and my trip was ours. Cigarettes in a single swisher 3 72 That gave me a dollar 28 for me And you know who? We sat on the curb and burnt two squares of smoke. He spoke and I thought of dope, which gave me hope. But he man meth after another smoke. It was time to slide, and I still have my dollar 28 on my side. I stood up and gave him a shake. He asked for some change to get a beer. I don't give money to beggars, but this was my dude. So I gave him my dollar and hopes it would help him see straight into the store, he went. And down the strip I rolled with empty pockets, weighing me down. I gave him my dollar and kept the 28 cents on me. But for the first time in a while, everything was in perspective, and again I fell free.