We Go Way Back

SCENE: The Conversation Pit/ Rehearsal space of a campus house. The furniture is soiled, any ornamentation, carpeting or furnishing has been stripped, the windows boarded up, to make the space more amenable to loud rock and roll and sloppy drinking. Amplifiers line the walls. Vintage recording equipment, Guitars on stands, a half-dismantled drum set. The room is lit by a neon "Miller High Life" sign.

Yogi and Taylor - Early 20s.

Henry and Fitzy- Mid-20s

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Fitzy, Yogi and Taylor have just returned from a bike ride, sweaty and clothed appropriately.

They all drink Genessee beer out of cans.


Henry: Are you guys brothers or...?

Yogi: Pretty much.

Taylor: We go way back. Way back to sharing women and...

Henry: Oh yeah.

Yogi:... drinking whiskey.

Laughter.

Taylor: I'll never forget that, dude. We're riding our bikes though, we were like, what, 14? Riding our bikes in Grove City, just ridin' around and then Yogi's like, "Hey, look girls, you want me to rape you?" They're like, "You can't rape the willing." Dude, we did U-turns...

Yogi makes the sound of screeching tires.

Taylor:...got their numbers, she was at my house the next day...

Henry: How old were they?

Taylor: Fuckin' Yogi was like, "Hey loosen her up so I can fuck her next." All right. Fuckin' popped my cherry on this bitch. Then I'm like, "You gotta go, I got plans today. I think Yogi wants to see you." She goes down, wouldn't fuck him cause she was sore. I was like "Yeeeeaaagh!"

Laughter.

Taylor: He fucked her, what, two days later?

Yogi: Yeah, we banged. She's hot.

Taylor: She was.

Yogi: She's like two years younger than us.

Fitzy: So she was 12?

Taylor: Like 8th grade.

Yogi: Like 13.

Fitzy: Oh, that's good.

Taylor: It was sweet.

Yogi: It's what I-- Dude, I been, I've been hittin' it since I was 12.

Taylor: Yeah bro, every time I get this chick, like I'll meet a chick at the bar. I'll be like, "Hey, you remember such and such from high school? Yeah, I just banged her last night." Yeah it's like, "yeah she sucked my dick." I'm like Mutherfucker.

Laughter.

Taylor: Every time.

Yogi: Every, every girl, like he he used to like these girls and like, he like, "Hey man, I'm talking to..." I was like, "Man, go ahead, I fucked her."

Fitzy: Remember them--

Yogi: Every time.

Fitzy: Remember the postal hoes?

Yogi: Dude, yeah, I fuckin' rode butt naked in front of'em.

Henry: Who are the postal hoes?

Fitzy: These, these trails out, out on the West Side we grew up riding at. There's all these, In Lincoln Village, There was all these... girls, these hoes, would just hang out, like groupies.

Yogi: Us dirtbag BMXers sweatin' our balls off, would get our dicks-- Like I remember Fat Steve gettin' his dick sucked by that girl and she threw up all over him.

Fitzy: Oh yeah!

Laughter.

Fitzy: In the back... It was so funny cause like Westland is just down the street and all the football jocks would like come by and they'd be so mad that us dirtbag shitheel bike riders are getting all the trim. And they ain't gettin' shit.