A Birthday Cigar

 Daniel Brothers

2/17/2021


Characters

Nash: A brother of Pete

Pete: A brother of Nash


At Rise


The show starts as a person opens and closes a car door, walking around it as it is parked beside or under the branches of a large oak tree that stands sentinel on the hill of some long forgotten farm road


Nash: You know, it's been too long. 


Nash pulls out a cheap cigar, or cigarillo, and lights it as he sits upon the hood of the car. Pete comes from behind the tree and leans on the side of the car


Pete: Yeah, it has been a long time. 


Nash: You know i can remember when we used to sneak out in the back field to have a cigar


Pete: I can too.


Nash: Got you one of course


He sets it down, Pete lights one he pulls out of his pocket


Pete: I appreciate it. 


Nash: It's cold today.


Pete: Don't have to tell me that


Nash: Yeah i know you don't feel the cold


Pete: Never did Nash, come on now. 


Nash: Straight to the point as always.


Pete: Dancing around what you want to say, as usual. 


Nash: Yeah, [exhales] Do you miss high school? 


Pete snorts and shakes his head


Nash: No really. I look back at that time, all 6 years ago, 7? 


Pete: It was 6 for you, 8 for me


Nash: And I just can't help but miss the structure, miss the success we made and the simpleness of everything. Why did we have to lose that? Why can't we just go to taco bell after school before rehearsal again. What happened to the dollar I stole from mom's purse. 


Pete: Well you spent it on taco bell. 


Nash: Why should I feel bad for eating at Taco Bell, it's good food. 


Pete: Well


Nash: Ok i mean. Why does my body now reject taco bell when it used to be such a comfort. 


Pete; You told me you wanted to be uncomfortable


Nash: Yeah i guess i did say I wanted to be uncomfortable, but not. Not like this


They both take a nice puff right about there. 


Pete: you know high school was not a good time for me


Nash: I know high school wasn't a good time for you, middle school neither. I read your journals 


Pete: That's fair. 


Nash: You know I just wish you would have said something 


Pete: I did!

Nash: Something real Pete. Something where you took my arm and pulled my head to look me in the eye to tell me you were troubled Pete. Let a brother know that you are going through something. I'm a little shit sometimes but I love you man. 


Pete: You know i'm not like that. 


Nash: I know that that wasn't your style, but it would have. At least maybe then you wouldn't have hung yourself. 


Pete; [blows out air] bhbhbhbhbhb


Nash: Like a little bitch. 


Pete: Hey now. 


Nash: I know that is an offence to bitches everywhere. 


Pete: No Nash that is making light of some really heavy shit


For the first time Nash turns fully towards the tree, looking through Pete


Nash: Like you couldn't have fought a bear or just bought a boat and sailed away or something


Pete: It isn't that easy Nash, I was trying to 


Nash: I know you're upset but I read your journals. I found your note


Pete: Not cool dude. 


Nash: "Why don't I do it. Reason number three, Because I'm afraid it will hurt." Dumb bitch


Pete looks away


Nash: Did it hurt? Hmm? Did it? 


Pete: (still away) No


Nash: Yeah you were too drunk to even remember what you did, killed by your own demons. Learn to fight them like the rest of us. 


Pete: You can be a real asshole sometimes Nash you know that right? You could at least bother to call. Say something nice to me, you live in a shroud of your own ego. Let someone else in for once. 


Nash begins to cry


Pete: Look, I know it isn't. There isn't any reason to fight over it. What's done is done, what's past is past. What's dead is dead. 


Nash: (blurbering) What's dead is dead.


Pete: I know you're not Christian, and I don't know If I am either. 


Nash: Why did you have to go? 


Pete: I didn't go far. 


Nash: Now i just have to deal with that, and make sad poems to finish your dumb projects that you couldn't even get done yourself


Pete: I'm gonna look past that one


Nash: They were pretty good though. 


Pete: Thank you. 


Nash: Except that Broken one


Pete: Ok. 


Nash: "Tattered is my war torn soul" A little melodramatic even for a suicidal guy


Pete: Ok we all have rough days


Nash: IF you can read things from the world beyond I hope you like my book 


Pete: Yeah I've been meaning to read that


Nash: You will however have to wait the proper length for my biography. I am in no rush to join you. Asshat


Pete: Good. I won't say that was my intention but as a side effect I am not mad about that


Nash picks up the cigarillo he set on the hood of his car. 


Nash: You know I can't remember if you liked grape or not


Pete: I hate grape. 


Nash: [sighs] Well. I love you, you're still a butt, I hope the moon is lovely this time of year. 


Pete: The moon? That's not, you know thats not where anyone goes right that just a living, hey don't litter!


Nash has thrown the cigarillo on the ground by the tree as he gets into his car, a moment passes before the door opens


Nash: Gah I can never be melodramatic


Pete: That's a lie. 


Nash: You were the melodramatic one


Pete: That's not even true


Nash: Yeah i wish that were true. 


Pete: And I'm the one who hung myself


Nash: Goodnight Pete. 


Pete: Goodnight Nash. 


Nash gets in his car, lights go out as the ignition starts.


End