Real fun with mini-plays

Setting: 2 guys at a table in the morning one has a cup another a tiny ball.
C: (sips) So what are we here for this Wednesday?
B: (rolling ball between palm and the table) Tuesday.
C: What?
B: Today is Tuesday. You’ve gotten ahead of yourself.
C: (looking down at cup) Yea I guess you’re right . . . so what do you want?
B: You promised me something six years ago, do you remember?
C: I think . . . yes it was at my brother’s birthday party something about a car companies stocks, they seemed to have promise. (sips) What about it? Did the stocks pan out?
B: No . . . I lost a lot of money.
C: Oh . . .(sips).
B: I became obsessed with trying to the beat the odds after that my wife left me. I started to believe the world owed me something you have to understand I wasn’t a gambling man be fore this happened.
C: Okay, and the . . .
B: Well . . . gambling worked for awhile but in the end it was just money there wasn’t enough risk. I tried all of the crazy stupid things but always there was something filtered and contrived about these experiences like mini-vacations away from myself.
C: Most people seem to like that.
B: Not me I wanted to feel what it was like to be alive, myself at risk. I started driving fast and living dangerously walking into dark alleys and things like that.
C: And what then?
B: I was mugged, the guy beat the shit out of me and took my wallet.
C: Damn!
B: It didn’t bother me I only had a few bucks. Any way the next night I went back; I wanted to find the guy.
C: And kick the shit out of him?
B: Not really I just craved the idea of conflict.
C: (smiling) Like some kind of bloodlust?
B: . . .Anyway I found the guy or we sort of found each other. He had a knife to my back suddenly I spun around and knocked him flat on his ass. He was drunk and just sort of lay there waiting for me to run.
C: Then what did you take his wallet before you left as a little trophy?
B: No I just kicked him. For all of my confusion and anger about my life that was the first time I felt right so I kept kicking him. I must have done this for an hour my eyes burned with oily sweat and I was out of breath so I went how and slept.
C: What happened to the man?
B: That’s not the point. I found my answer there needed to be victimization and then vindication. It was the amazing power of self actualization. All of my life I had been a passive victim, most people are that way, now I fight back.
C: why are you telling me this? Frankly I don’t think it’s very funny. We hardly know each other are you getting help?
B: Yes I am helping myself by taking care of all those who made me a victim. That’s why I wanted to see you this Tuesday morning because you’re the last one. I hope that coffee tasted good.