THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
I’ve Got a Receipt (Act 2, Scene 3).
FIGHT THE DAWN!
As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.
The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.
- I’VE GOT A RECEIPT (ACT 2, SCENE 3)
- THE MIXTAPE
I really needed last night. I hope we get to do it again. Stay tuned for more info on when we might return to Ozzie’s Sports Bar & Lounge in Fountain Valley, California for a night of live comedy.
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WE ARE THE LOST
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I’VE GOT A RECEIPT – ACT 2, SCENE 3
The second act of an absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror. Continued.
Previously, in “I’ve Got a Receipt”… Cassie and Bobert the Ferryman sailed through a dark and endless abyss.
THE SPUTTERING PUTT-PUTT OF THE JUNGLE BOAT’S ENGINE. UP, UNDER.
(Speaking into a PA system.)
And up on your left, you’ll see the Cosmic Salamander!
Wait. You can see that thing?
Of course, silly.
I thought I was going crazy.
Oh. Well, that might still happen.
SCENE 3. BIZARRE BAZAAR.
SOUNDSCAPE: A BUSTLING BIZARRE BAZAAR BENEATH THE MALL.
The entire trip technically took more than twenty minutes. However, due to the convenient way the abyss defies both the laws of physics and story structure, Cassie and Bobert arrived at the docks of an island bobbing about in the nothing there approximately thirteen minutes before they had even departed.
For Bobert, this meant there was plenty of time to give Cassie a full tour. And unfortunately for Cassie, this also meant there was time for a full tour.
So as they navigated this unholy union of consumerism and madness given form, they stopped at several booths along the dock, perusing cheap jewelry, impressively unimpressive paintings of local landscapes, and some fish-like nightmares caught by a man Cassie wasn’t quite sure was brave or stupid. A sign written in blood assured absolutely nobody that these monstrosities were freshly caught chrono-finned tuna.
(Taking a whiff. Smiling.)
Hey! These things smell like peppermint!
What? What’s wrong?
Nothing. I’m sure you’ll probably be fine.
THE SOUNDS OF A MIDWAY, GAMES.
They then wasted the next twenty minutes spending far too much money attempting–and failing–to win a stuffed Frankie the Insanity Flea on the midway.
Miss, I need you to let go of the Quantum Madness Ball!
This game is freakin’ rigged, man!
THE SOUNDS OF A LINE OUTSIDE A FOOD COURT RESTROOM. UP, UNDER.
This was followed by wasting fifteen minutes waiting to use the toilet in the food court after Cassie remembered she still hadn’t had a chance to properly tinkle.
Whoa. What’s with the line?
I’m not sure.
A MAINTENANCE WORKER STEPS OUT, HANGS SIGN.
Sorry, people. Leak in the impossivents. Toilet’s closed.
HAUNTING CHORUS OF BOOS.
And then, somewhere between something called a nightcare center and the newly renovated pretzel place, they came across a man handing out pamphlets to an all-male performance of the Vagina Monologues in the screaming fields that Friday night.
You clocking out, Bobert?
Nah. Just giving the new girl a tour of the place on the way to get her a new badge.
Yeah. She also peed herself, so she’s going home early.
Dude! What the Hell?
Sorry. I thought it was worth mentioning.
We’ve all been there. Hi, my name is (Frightened Screaming).
A SILENCE. THEN…
That, uh… that short for something?
Anyway. I’ve gotta get back to work before someone bites my head–
THE DISTANT CLATTERING OF A LARGE BELL.
Oh, my god!
(So done with this shit.)
What? What the Hell’s next? What’s with all the floaty dudes in robes?
They’re headed towards the amphitheater.
It’s time for an offering!
We don’t get too many of these lately. Come on!
BOBERT AND CASSIE HURRY OFF.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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