Monday, January 15th, 5:00pm
Kevin (and Phil)
Kevin is seated in the aisle seat. Phil approaches.
Phil: Mind if I sit here?
Kevin: Not at all. (moves to the window seat)
Phil: (sits) Ugh. I hate the bus.
Kevin: Why you on it then?
Phil: My car broke down. Again.
Kevin: Oh yeah? I used to own a car.
Phil: Why’d you give it up?
Kevin: Ah, it was a Mercedes.
Phil stares at him, waiting for him to go on.
Kevin: Yeah, it was repossessed. Actually, a bunch of drug dealers took it. They thought I was someone else. Who owed them, y’know?
Phil: So … did you call the cops?
Kevin: Nah. I had enough money to buy another one.
Phil: That’s not the point.
Kevin: (snorts) You ever been in trouble with the mob?
Phil: No. I work in an office.
Kevin: Then you wouldn’t understand. They’d come after me? I’da been dead. Then what good would a Mercedes have done me?
Kevin: So I just left town. Came here. (looks behind him) I don’t think they’re following me anymore.
Phil stares at him for a moment then moves to another seat.
Next stop: Tuesday, January 16th, 9:00pm