The Slow Ginner

Scene 1. The Slow Ginner Monolouge

THE SLOW GINNER

Everything is white or grey or out of colour.
There are restrictions.
Restrictions.
And I don't know how to spell that, but I know what it means.
It means just blue and grey and white and nothing, it means blue Christmas.
Blue fucking holiday or nothing.
Or everything.
Or crap.
Or just whatever.
Restrictions.

So, we went back to the station, not one of them, but all, all the stations.
That's all I know if you know what I mean.
'Cos they knew nothing.
Allt som fanns var vitt.
Bara vitt, bara bara vitt.
Restriktioner.

So, we went there, but they couldn't help us.
I sneaked in anyway.
I don't like cheating, but you know what, the people that didn't survive, were the ones that never cheated.
Rules are for losers, ain't it like that, Toots?
So we went there, and I sneaked in, but they couldn't really help us.
Bara vitt, bara bara vitt.
Restriktioner.
Restrictions.

And we had to go elsewhere.
Fucking hypertonic, that fucking face.
All silent.

Could you play me something, Toots, could you play me something nice at the hotel,
could you give me a sloe gin and some ice, there is a machine, an ice machine in the corridor.
Could you play me something nice and sweet and happy, could you do that, and smile, and take it in your mouth, could you do that for me Toots, and something loud, but happy, nice and sweet, so I don't hear the air conditioner, the heating, the blood rushing through vessels, nor the brain, nor the thoughts, not the shame, nor the panic, it doesn't belong to me anyway Toots, so don't worry, I ain't cheating, but at the station, there was a woman, a woman and in her arms a baby, a baby wrapped in a blanket, a pig pink blanket, a small blanket, and the baby was crying and then sleeping, and then crying, and the woman, there was a man, and it might have been her man or a stranger, but you know Toots, the woman had no eyes left, she had nothing but mirrors, and arms, arms tightly wrapped around her pig pink baby, and that man Toots, that man fed her, made her eat a sandwich, made her drink water from a bottle, just like a, just like a Baby Toots, and, and I don't feel that, I, I feel that it's not mine, if you know what I mean Toots, it's not my shame, not my panic, but I don't wanna hear it, so SHUT THE FUCK UP, Toots, Toots, you better play me some music, you better play me some nice and sweet and happy music, you better take it in your mouth, 'cos I don't wanna hear that anymore, not the blood, nothing, I just don't wanna listen to that, not that, not that, not that, nor the fucking silence.

(silence)

There are restrictions.

(silence)

There were restrictions, Toots. There were.
And I don't know how to spell that word, Toots, I don't, but I know there were.
Because there was also that woman, the woman with mirrors, mirrors instead of eyes.

(silence)

Play me something, Toots, anything, everything, something, whatever, something nice and sweet. Something happy, without restrictions Toots, without restrictions.

Play me something pig pink wrapped in a blanket.

And bring me my sloe gin.