Joe, tagging along as wingman to his sleazy friend, has crashed a
Start: I went out drinking one night with my friend, Ethan. We’d been friends since, like, third grade. We got blasted, stumbled back to my place and passed out in my bed.
End:Ethan lucked out. When they put him in the ground, I knew he’d gotten away with it.
For full extended monologue, see:
Headland, Leslye. Bachelorette. Dramatists Play Service, New York, NY. 2011. pp. 33-34.
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