PLAYHOUSE OF THE DAMNED
by Richard Nathan
The spotlight is up on our host, GUS THE GHOUL.
This next piece is dedicated to all you big
drips in the audience. Into each life some
rain must fall. And don't expect to get a
break if you're dead. There's no escaping
Gus exits. A recording of a RAIN STORM starts playing and continues throughout the piece. A spotlight comes up on a PERSON who does not like the rain.
When I was a child, I thought the rain made the
world a cleaner place. The same way I was
cleaned when I took a shower, I thought the earth
was cleaned by rainstorms. And why
shouldn't I feel that way? After a storm, the
sky was bluer, the air smelled fresher, and everything
just felt better after it rained. But I was a child,
and I did not know that our ecology is a closed
system, and that the filth of the world never entirely
goes away. The rain just moves it around, to
places where it hides for a time. All the muck of
the world that I thought the rain washed away was
just transferred to the nooks and the crannies and
anywhere else the rain could secrete itself. But
now the nooks and crannies are all filled. Now all
the grime of the world has no where to go, and when
it rains, there's a backwash, and the filth comes back,
making the world dirtier than it was before. I won't
go out in the rain. I wouldn't wade into a cesspool,
cesspool; so why would I go out in the noxious rain,
into that miasma of liquid carcinogens? I'll stay in
here where it's dry, while the idiots go out and allow
the toxins and poisons to saturate their skin and the
pollutants to sink in and infect them. What kind of
foul, diseased, loathsome monsters will they
eventually become after they've finished soaking in
the putrescence of the rain. I'm staying indoors where
I'm safe, away from their festering diseases. Inside,
where I'm safe. Where I'm safe. I'm safe. And dry.
What is that pool leaking in under my door?
There is an OMINOUS KNOCK AT THE DOOR.
The performer playing the person who did not like the rain exits in the darkness. The recording of the rain stops. A moment later the spotlight comes up on GUS THE GHOUL.
The pain of rain is bane to the insane.
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© 2006 by Richard Nathan. All rights reserved
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