There was this man I once knew. His name was — doesn’t matter what his name was. A lot of guys change. They don’t change, but they reveal — in time they reveal what they really are. You know what I mean? It’s an old story. Well, this guy, he revealed something. Looking back on it, all along it was being revealed. He was planning something. Planning something with me in mind.
When I get mad, I really get mad. I gouged a man’s eye out when I was 15 once — he was trying rape me. I mean, fucker had it out and was pushing my legs apart. I got a finger in his eye socket — pretty quick, rape was quite a long way off his mind. He was crying and screaming like a baby. “What a fuckin man you are!” I said. There was goo, but he could still see me with the one eye. Seen me coming at him, grabbing his nuts and tearing at them. He seen that all right, and felt it, too. He was screaming and wailing like a little baby. Sitting in the corner crying, moaning, hugging his nuts till the ambulance come. The ambulance guys, they say, “what the fuck happened here?” I say, “he come to reapin’ what he been sowin’, that’s what.” They say, “fucker been sowin’ some kinda heavy shit.”
If I ever find myself auditioning for anything, this will be my monologue.