thirty-nine

“GUY WALKS INTO A MENTAL HOSPITAL”

A Comedy in One Act and 180 Days

 

PLACE: Adolescent psych ward of an NYC Hospital.

TIME: The present. Or past or future. Take your pick.

CAST: Dr. X, a middle-aged shrink from South America.

KID Y: A seventeen-year-old boy from Queens.

 

ACT 1

 

IT IS VERY EARLY IN THE MORNING AND DR. X IS INTERVIEWING KID Y IN HIS OFFICE. DR. X REFERS TO AN OPEN FILE ON HIS DESK.

 

DR. X: What were you feeling when you started to write all these things on your body?

 

KID Y: I was preserving what I thought may have been the last lyrics written by a famous rock star.

 

DR. X: And this “rock star,” you know him personally?

 

KID Y: Yes. I was in his apartment.

 

DR. X: The apartment was empty. There was no one living there.

 

KID Y: He moved out.

 

DR. X: Why were you in his empty apartment?

 

KID Y: He was a friend of mine. I went to visit him.

 

DR. X: If he was your friend, why didn’t he tell you he was moving?

 

KID Y: I don’t know.

 

DR. X: Did you write on your body first or the wall first?

 

KID Y: I didn’t write on the wall. My friend did.

 

DR. X: The rock star?

 

KID Y: Yes.

 

DR. X: Why would he write on the wall?

 

KID Y: I don’t know, you’d have to ask him.

 

DR. X: Does this rock star have a name?

 

KID Y: Lou Reed.

 

DR. X: I’ve never heard of him. Maybe he’s not such a star.

 

KID Y: Maybe not.

 

DR. X: Maybe he’s a star in your own mind.

 

KID Y: No, he has a following.

 

DR. X: Are you one of his followers?

 

KID Y: I was his friend.

 

DR. X: Was?

 

KID Y: Well, he’s gone.

 

DR. X: Where did he go?

 

KID Y: I have no idea.

 

PAUSE

 

DR. X: Did he tell you to write the words on your body?

 

KID Y: No.

 

DR. X: You did it under your own volition?

 

KID Y: Yes.

 

DR. X: Does he ever tell you to do things?

 

KID Y: Well, he’s asked me to do things. He didn’t really tell me to do them. I had a choice.

 

DR. X: What did he ask of you?

 

KID Y: Oh . . . let’s see . . . He wanted me to take dictation but that never happened.

 

DR. X: He wanted to dictate what you did, give you orders?

 

KID Y: No, no . . . he wanted me to help him write. He was writing a play.

 

DR. X: Was he a rock star or a playwright?

 

KID Y: I guess he was a rock star who was writing a play.

 

DR. X: And he needed your help.

 

KID Y: No. I think he just didn’t like being alone.

 

DR. X: Do you like being alone?

 

KID Y: Sometimes.

 

DR. X: (reading from a page of the file) “If you need someone to kill I’m a man without a will.” Whose words are those?

 

KID Y: Those were the words he wrote on the wall. I think they were the lyrics to a song.

 

DR. X: That’s a very strange song, don’t you think?

 

KID Y: Not if you knew him.

 

PAUSE

 

DR. X: Tell me about Victoria.

 

KID Y: Victoria who?

 

DR. X: Your friend who took her own life.

 

KID Y: Veronica.

 

DR. X: Yes. I’m sorry. Veronica. Tell me about her.

 

KID Y: She was very smart, very pretty . . . creative . . . kind.

 

DR. X: Were you in love with her?

 

KID Y: Yes.

 

DR. X: It must have been difficult for you to lose her.

 

KID Y: It was.

 

DR. X: After she did what she did, did you want to do the same?

 

KID Y: No.

 

DR. X: But you told my colleague that you would be surprised if you made it to your eighteenth birthday.

 

KID Y: I did say that and I still feel that way.

 

DR. X: Because you are a danger to yourself?

 

KID Y: No.

 

DR. X: Then why did you say that?

 

KID Y: I don’t know . . . I just feel a sense of impending doom.

 

DR. X: Did you write the words on your body because of what happened to Victoria?

 

KID Y: Veronica.

 

DR. X: Sorry. Yes. Veronica.

 

KID Y: No. I wrote Lou’s words, his lyrics, which he had written on his wall, on my body because I couldn’t find a piece of paper.

 

DR. X: Is that the truth?

 

KID Y: Yes. Lou was gone, he moved out and I had a bad feeling about it so I thought it was important to preserve his song for posterity in case he was dead. But I really had no reason to believe he was dead, just that day I was thinking maybe it was possible he had killed himself because his girlfriend had left him and the last time I saw him he was so depressed. Plus, I was feeling that sense of impending doom like I told you. So if these were really his last words, I felt somebody should write them down because the apartment was probably going to be painted soon and the wall where he wrote the song would be covered over.

 

DR. X: He was depressed because his girlfriend left him?

 

KID Y: Yes. But she wasn’t a girl, really. I think she was a guy who looked like a girl and dressed like a girl and Lou treated him, treated her like a girl. So did I. I considered her a girl.

 

LONG PAUSE. DR. X WRITES IN THE FILE THEN READS FROM THE NEXT PAGE.

 

DR. X: “Dirty’s what you are and clean is what you’re not.” Do you feel that you are dirty, and not clean?

 

KID Y: No.

 

DR. X: Then why did you write it on yourself?

 

KID Y: Third base.

 

DR. X: What?

 

KID Y: Third base. Who’s on first? It’s an Abbott and Costello routine.

 

DR. X: What’s that?

 

KID Y: A comedy routine.

 

DR. X: Ahhhh. So you think it was funny when you wrote on yourself?

 

KID Y: Not at all.

 

DR. X: Do you want to be a rock star?

 

KID Y: I have no musical abilities.

 

DR. X: What if this rock star does not exist?

 

KID Y: There’s people you can ask about him. The doorman of the building. Go to a record store. He exists, he’s real.

 

DR. X: Yes. Yes. We will look into all of this. We shall. Very soon.

 

KID Y: I heard Allen Ginsberg was a patient here and stayed in my room. Is that true?

 

DR. X: That would be confidential.

 

KID Y: Of course.

 

DR. X: Judy Garland was here, though. And Lenny Bruce.

 

KID Y: They’re not confidential?

 

DR. X: They’re dead.

 

DR. X CLOSES THE FILE.

 

DR. X: Okay, Matthew, that’s all for today. (Dr. X grins.) Maybe all we have to do is just give you a head transplant and send you on your way.

 

PAUSE

 

KID Y: Do I get to approve the donor?

 

THE LIGHTS GO TO BLACK. IF THERE IS A CURTAIN (THERE SHOULD BE), IT SHOULD COME DOWN NOW.