RENT Monologues
RENT Monologues
RENT Monologues
me, Mark, and my roommate, Roger. We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th Street and Avenue B. Its the top floor of what was once a music publishing factory. Old rock n roll posters hang on the walls. They have Rogers picture on them advertising gigs at CBGBs and The Pyramid Club. We have an illegal wood burning stove; its exhaust pipe crawls up to a skylight. All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one thick extension cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent city has sprung up in the lot next to our building. Inside its freezing because we have no heat. (re-focuses camera) Smile! MAUREEN: Then a little bulldog entered. His name, we have learned, was Benny. And although he once had principles, he abandoned them to live as a lapdog to a wealthy daughter of the revolution: 1, 2, 3..Thats bull, he said. Ever since the cat took up the fiddle, the cows been jumpy.
And the dish and the spoon were evicted from the tableand eloped shes had trouble with her milk and spoon ever since. Maybe its a female thing. Cause whod wanna leave Cyberland anyway? Walls aint so bad. The dish and the spoon for instance. They were down on their luckknocked on my doghouse door. I said, Not in my backyard, utensils! Go back to China.