– Spring 2011
Excerpts - The Last Days of British Honduras
Catherine Sullivan, Farhad Sharmini
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1. Urban exteriors, day and night. Voice:
Imagine you're a wino. You're feeling a little drowsy, slumped on a stoop… Your head feels like a freeze-dried coconut. Your eyes like sore rectums. Up rolls the wino police. They drag you off to a skyscraper prison, disguised to look like a regular skyscraper…
And from your wino bin in the high-rise prison you see wino trucks up and down the streets, hauling in fresh supplies of winos. Just to keep the numbers up.
2. FIRST DANYON is giving a 'presentation' in a church basement.
Lookit, rats on the inside fink on anyone they can, instead of working out their own problems… They sneak their food. They hold out on the others. They can't control their b-holes… They climb straight up, they crawl anywhere, everywhere.
They trade with each other - and only with each other - in baboon sperm… The federales -
Why you fussing?
The narcos, actually, wear rat disguises. Rat faces. They fink on anyone they can -
Fussed! What, there a tarantula in the room here? Huh? 'Dee tarantula fall dhere?'
They, they can't control their b-holes -
Man, you could be one of them…
Okay, put your mind on this, mister! 'When dee cheeckon begin to cross dee road, do you say dee cheeckon has crossed dee road?' Tricks is… like life. You have to do them beginning to end.