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Thanks to Gerrids story getting a GAD... I mean good reception, I have Decided to post my monologue on here. I wrote it a while ago, and I am pretty proud of it...
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I had it all. Everything that a man could hope for. 2 beautiful kids, a stunning wife, a good home. It was as if everything that I had ever dreamed of had come true. Now look at me. 3 years later and we’re out on the streets, aren’t we boy?
(Ruffles a shabby dogs hair, which is laying at his feet)
Not only that, my life was on the path I wanted it to be. As a kid, I’d always been good at football. It was in the final of the Manchester Cup that I got scouted for City.
I’d been playing for quite a while on a schoolboy contract when they told us they were going to offer a few of us contracts. I was definitely on the list.
They may have been in Division 2 at the time, but they were offering some good wages. 2 grand a month to start off with, and bonuses for first team appearances. It was a good deal. 2 weeks away from being signed up, I was.
(Looks Down at Dog)
That Lee Champion never did like me, did he lad? Scared of my superior abilities. He used to play for city, but he got sacked because of his violent temper. Rochdale signed him up.
The day is still crystal clear in my memory. It was the day that my life did a 180-degree flip.
T’was a reserve match. Against Rochdale. Last match of the season. 14 days away from every boy’s dream, to be a pro footballer. It was deep into injury time. 1 – 1 in a worthless match. Norris Warner was running down the wing. He took on a few players, and then played a pass to me. Just about to shoot when Lee lunged in.
(Pause)
All I can remember after that is looking down and seeing my foot was the wrong way round. Still walk with a limp to this day.
(Pause)
Sued him, got a few measly grand. Would have got more if I could’ve afforded it. He got the best lawyers in the country, free. I got the cheapest in the yellow pages. They still took loads of me money, leaving me with only enough for a couple of pints.
By that time Josephine had left me, took the kids, and went to live with a soldier.
The happiest days of my life they were, when the twins were first born. Nothing can compare to what you feel when you first hold your child in your arms. It’s your creation, a little bit of you reborn.
(Smiles)
Toby always was the first to do things. First to come out, first to smile, first to walk. Jake was a bit slower, but he got there in the end.
The first time I heard Toby talk was magic. Jo had gone out shopping, leaving me to watch the kids. They were both asleep, and I was watching a match on telly. Out of the blue, Toby sat himself up, looked at me and proclaimed ‘DAD’. First word he ever said. ‘DAD’. To me. Now he thinks his dad is a private in the army.
(As the smile turns back to his usual frown, he pause for a second to think)
All started to go wrong once Jo left me. I was alone, with a grand of so, with a lot of time on my hands. Due to my leg, no employer would touch me. So, I did the only thing I could think, to drown my sorrows with other men. I’d start drink at 12, when I’d get up, and I wouldn’t stop until 3 the next morning. Can barely remember them last few months.
Couldn’t last long though. Was thrown out of the house, couldn’t keep up with the mortgage with spending all that money in the white swan.
(Looks at dog)
Now look at us, Ay boy? Instead of a 4 bed roomed house we have a cardboard box outside marks and sparks as our home.
Found Scruffy on the street. He’d been abandoned too. He may not be much, but he is the only thing that has ever truly loved me. God knows my parents didn’t.
Mum can’t of. She left Dad and me in the middle of the night. Took all our money and left. Or so Dad says. That drunk probably got angry one night and killed her. I’d have been too young to remember that. Can remember the beatings that he gave me though. Still got a scar on my back from where he hit me with his belt.
If I did anything wrong, he do stuff to me that Hitler would have called severe. As young as 7 he’d leave me alone all night, to amuse myself. After spending all our money, he’d come home and batter me with owt he could lay his hands on. Had to play unconscious for him to stop most of the time.
(Looks down at Dog)
Must be a family trait, mustn’t it boy? Wasting your life and money with drink?
(Man in a business suit walks past)
Any spare change please?
(Man ignores him)
And that’s the problem, people act like your invisible. You can’t get a job because you’ve got no home, and you’ve got no home because you haven’t got no job to bring the money in. Got no chance of getting out of this rut. No point in prolonging a worthless life. Just have one final goodbye fag…
(Takes a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights it with matches from his pocket)
Scruffy, You’re going to have to go in a minute, can’t let you see the end. What you don’t know can’t hurt you.
(Picks up a mucky, ripped teddy, which lay by the dogs feet)
Maybe another washed out tramp will find you and care for you, or maybe a better life will await at the RSPCA.
(Throws teddy off set and dog chases)
Bye Scruff… Well, I guess this is the end.
(Stamps out cigarette)
One jump of the bridge and the river Mersey’s current will take me under. Even if it doesn’t, the amount of crap that’s in there will keep me.
Fin.
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I had it all. Everything that a man could hope for. 2 beautiful kids, a stunning wife, a good home. It was as if everything that I had ever dreamed of had come true. Now look at me. 3 years later and we’re out on the streets, aren’t we boy?
(Ruffles a shabby dogs hair, which is laying at his feet)
Not only that, my life was on the path I wanted it to be. As a kid, I’d always been good at football. It was in the final of the Manchester Cup that I got scouted for City.
I’d been playing for quite a while on a schoolboy contract when they told us they were going to offer a few of us contracts. I was definitely on the list.
They may have been in Division 2 at the time, but they were offering some good wages. 2 grand a month to start off with, and bonuses for first team appearances. It was a good deal. 2 weeks away from being signed up, I was.
(Looks Down at Dog)
That Lee Champion never did like me, did he lad? Scared of my superior abilities. He used to play for city, but he got sacked because of his violent temper. Rochdale signed him up.
The day is still crystal clear in my memory. It was the day that my life did a 180-degree flip.
T’was a reserve match. Against Rochdale. Last match of the season. 14 days away from every boy’s dream, to be a pro footballer. It was deep into injury time. 1 – 1 in a worthless match. Norris Warner was running down the wing. He took on a few players, and then played a pass to me. Just about to shoot when Lee lunged in.
(Pause)
All I can remember after that is looking down and seeing my foot was the wrong way round. Still walk with a limp to this day.
(Pause)
Sued him, got a few measly grand. Would have got more if I could’ve afforded it. He got the best lawyers in the country, free. I got the cheapest in the yellow pages. They still took loads of me money, leaving me with only enough for a couple of pints.
By that time Josephine had left me, took the kids, and went to live with a soldier.
The happiest days of my life they were, when the twins were first born. Nothing can compare to what you feel when you first hold your child in your arms. It’s your creation, a little bit of you reborn.
(Smiles)
Toby always was the first to do things. First to come out, first to smile, first to walk. Jake was a bit slower, but he got there in the end.
The first time I heard Toby talk was magic. Jo had gone out shopping, leaving me to watch the kids. They were both asleep, and I was watching a match on telly. Out of the blue, Toby sat himself up, looked at me and proclaimed ‘DAD’. First word he ever said. ‘DAD’. To me. Now he thinks his dad is a private in the army.
(As the smile turns back to his usual frown, he pause for a second to think)
All started to go wrong once Jo left me. I was alone, with a grand of so, with a lot of time on my hands. Due to my leg, no employer would touch me. So, I did the only thing I could think, to drown my sorrows with other men. I’d start drink at 12, when I’d get up, and I wouldn’t stop until 3 the next morning. Can barely remember them last few months.
Couldn’t last long though. Was thrown out of the house, couldn’t keep up with the mortgage with spending all that money in the white swan.
(Looks at dog)
Now look at us, Ay boy? Instead of a 4 bed roomed house we have a cardboard box outside marks and sparks as our home.
Found Scruffy on the street. He’d been abandoned too. He may not be much, but he is the only thing that has ever truly loved me. God knows my parents didn’t.
Mum can’t of. She left Dad and me in the middle of the night. Took all our money and left. Or so Dad says. That drunk probably got angry one night and killed her. I’d have been too young to remember that. Can remember the beatings that he gave me though. Still got a scar on my back from where he hit me with his belt.
If I did anything wrong, he do stuff to me that Hitler would have called severe. As young as 7 he’d leave me alone all night, to amuse myself. After spending all our money, he’d come home and batter me with owt he could lay his hands on. Had to play unconscious for him to stop most of the time.
(Looks down at Dog)
Must be a family trait, mustn’t it boy? Wasting your life and money with drink?
(Man in a business suit walks past)
Any spare change please?
(Man ignores him)
And that’s the problem, people act like your invisible. You can’t get a job because you’ve got no home, and you’ve got no home because you haven’t got no job to bring the money in. Got no chance of getting out of this rut. No point in prolonging a worthless life. Just have one final goodbye fag…
(Takes a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights it with matches from his pocket)
Scruffy, You’re going to have to go in a minute, can’t let you see the end. What you don’t know can’t hurt you.
(Picks up a mucky, ripped teddy, which lay by the dogs feet)
Maybe another washed out tramp will find you and care for you, or maybe a better life will await at the RSPCA.
(Throws teddy off set and dog chases)
Bye Scruff… Well, I guess this is the end.
(Stamps out cigarette)
One jump of the bridge and the river Mersey’s current will take me under. Even if it doesn’t, the amount of crap that’s in there will keep me.
Fin.
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This didn't originall have a title, so i thought one up as quickly as I could. I agree 'broken' is a better name.
Tribute wrote:
> 14 years of age Nomad Soul... I'm nearly dead.
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Then I'd say it's very good. Although I'd change the title, because the main character was never actually rich. His career-ending injury happened before he signed the lucrative contract.
I'd change the title to "Broken" - because he broke his leg at a crucial time which finished his career, and in the present, he is a broken man.
> 14 years of age Nomad Soul... I'm nearly dead.
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Then I'd say it's very good. Although I'd change the title, because the main character was never actually rich. His career-ending injury happened before he signed the lucrative contract.
I'd change the title to "Broken" - because he broke his leg at a crucial time which finished his career, and in the present, he is a broken man.
I remember finding an empty biro that had been burnt but I think that was Sheepy in an empty rage of anti English - ness. No reason.
He wrote "i love tribute" on his hand, and showed it to everybody. You miseed it because you were out collecting empty biros.
How do you know? been shacking up with him? You said that next time, I'd be involved... Hmpf.
Don't worry, Ant still loves you (apparently)
Yes, along with this post and Notables respect for me...
Nearly?
You died a long time ago, Tribute...
You died a long time ago, Tribute...
14 years of age Nomad Soul... I'm nearly dead.
Tribute wrote:
> Good for my age, or good overall? I need to know.
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Good overall. I haven't a clue how old you are....
> Good for my age, or good overall? I need to know.
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Good overall. I haven't a clue how old you are....
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