Johnny America


Fif­teen-Sec­ond The­atre # 1


[ Be­tween 52nd Street and 53rd. Tall Man cross­es Broad­way from the East and hangs a left. Blind Man is stand­ing in front of a mag­a­zine shop, wear­ing Blind Man’s glass­es, hold­ing a sign that reads, “blind, hun­gry, please help.” Tall man is walk­ing past. ]

Blind Man: Sir could you help a blind veteran?

[ Tall Man does­n’t slow down. With his left hand waves off Blind Man’s request. ]

Blind Man: Sir, just a dol­lar. Help out a home­less veteran.

Tall Man (fool­ish­ly): It’s a nice act but how’d’y­ou know to call me sir?

Blind Man: How you mean?

Tall Man: If you’re blind.. (For a mo­ment Tall Man feels Superior)

[ Blind man makes a false start to­ward Tall Man, then laughs as Tall Man flinch­es and hur­ries off. ]

Blind Man (to him­self): Fuckin’ motherfucker.

Tall Man (to him­self): Fuckin’ motherfucker.

Filed under Fiction on March 22nd, 2004

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