This is a senario-comedic monologue from the one-act play monologue Pizza from Pizza RUSTICA. Arash plops himself on Neville’s couch and talks about his problems.The odd thing about it all is that Neville who is pizza store owner have never seen this man in his entire life.
What’s the matter with you asshole? You know I hate the heat. Brought you morons some pizza from Pizza Rustica. Eat, eat, eat.
I don’t have patience. If there is one thing I wish I could change about myself, it’s patience. I’ve gotten better at it, over the years, I’ve improved. I’ve learned how to let the steam out, before I blow…but I can do better, I should do better, I HAVE TO DO BETTER!!!
Buttons get pushed, my heart starts beating, grinding my teeth or humming, I hum, I hum frustrated tunes to myself in order to release all this pent up steam…I’ll breathe, take deep breaths but ultimately, I’m a failure…I lose my battle against myself and I’m a man who has strong will power, believe me…it’s the one thing though, that one freaking thing I constantly fight against…myself.
There’s guilt, anger, violence. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve punched something, whether it’s a bookcase or a door, a wall, a person. Yeah. My index finger always blows up, gets swollen. All from a previous injury I got way back when. Another bitch, another story!
The aftermath is always the same; I feel like a piece of shit, a real low life, cause I failed. I failed to keep it together.
There’s that image I have that burns in my brain. It will be with me forever. The look I was given…her eyes…there is nothing worse than that look she gave me…nothing worse…
Grab me another Paris Blu.
To think, I love this man, actually love him more than anything in this world…why is it so hard to control our emotions? I’m asking you guys…why?