Deputy:
My great grandfather did not sit at the dining room table every night drinking whiskey because he hated my great grandmother. He sat there at the dining room table every night drinking whiskey because of how dearly he missed and loved my great grandmother. I did not go out to San Francisco to piss in the whiskey bottle of my grandparents.
I went to San Francisco to be true to my grandfather and to lift him off of the ground when my grandmother did not have the strength to. Just because I am a deputy and I have been given a job to dump this woman in the River does not mean I can fucking live with myself afterwards. I can’t eat fucking Popeyes or KFC or smoke any cigarettes.
What am I going to do?
Dream of mice setting me up for blackmail for the rest of my life?
Why did she love me?
Why did she choose me?
Out of all the guys in this small fucking town?
Narrator:
The man applies
The pressure of
The illusion that
The woman that
The deputy just
Threw in the water was
In fact his
Own lover
Which is not the truth at all.
The truth is this
Man
The deputy has
A wife and daughter
At home that the deputy
Loves dearly.
In the act of dumping
This woman’s body
Into the River
He sees his own
Wife and daughter
And as the man
Goes to apply the illusion that
The woman that he just
Dumped into the River was his lover
So he has the justification to not go on living
But throw
Himself off of the bridge as well,
He remembers
He is late for the PTA meeting.
Deputy: No, I was her lover. That is why her husband killed her because she had many lovers and I was one of them.
Narrator: caught up in hysteria. The deputy speaks to no one in particular trying to rationalize his madness until he is brought back to reality by the ringing cellphone of his wife trying to remind him of his PTA meeting with the teacher of the daughter that he loves.
Deputy: no I am not talking to myself. I am talking to you voice of whatever you are and this woman’s body that I just threw off the bridge was a woman that I had been with and that is why I will now throw myself off of the bridge in grief and remorse.
Narrator: the dilemma in the deputies head is almost to much as the pressure of paranoia weighs down on him of voices contradicting his decision to kill himself for a woman he never saw until today. A random truck honks at him as it passes him on the bridge and snaps the deputy out of his stupor to attend the PTA meeting and take responsibility for his daughter and wife’s wellbeing.
Deputy: ok. Fuck this I am jumping.
Narrator: the mind overwhelmed with neurosis envisions itself jumping off of a bridge but the man is actually driving to his daughters PTA meeting and even makes it on time.
Deputy: wtf? I really didn’t know that woman and I make it on time to my daughters pta meeting?
Narrator: paralyzing confusion shifts to blissful responsibility as the man shifts his focus back to his personal goals and dreams of providing for his family.
Deputy: this is all too good to be true.
Narrator: the deputy and his wife and their daughter live happily ever after.
Time and space
enough
To learn how to treat each other
And
build trust
With
Love
And
Respect
Responsibly
And
Without
Regrets
