Erica Lorraine Scheidt's Blog, page 10
March 12, 2012
angels in america

First week of November. In the men's room in the offices of the Brooklyn Federal Court of Appeals. Louis is crying over the sink. Joe enters.
JOE: Oh, um...Morning.
LOUIS: Good morning, Counselor.
JOE (He watches Louis cry): Sorry, I...I don't know your name.
LOUIS. Don't bother. A word processor. The lowest of the low.
JOE (Holding out hand): Joe Pitt. I'm with Justice Wilson.
LOUIS: Oh, I know that. Counselor Pitt. Chief Clerk.
JOE: Were you...are you OK?
LOUIS: Oh, yeah. Thanks. What a nice man.
JOE: Not so nice.
LOUIS: What?
JOE: Not so nice. Nothing. You sure you're...
LOUIS: Life sucks shit. Life...just sucks shit.
JOE: What's wrong.
LOUIS: Run in my nylons.
JOE: Sorry...?
LOUIS: Forget it. Look, thanks for asking.
JOE: Well…
LOUIS: I mean, it really is nice of you.
(He starts crying again)
Sorry. Sick friend…
JOE: Oh, I'm sorry.
LOUIS: Yeah, yeah, well, that's sweet.
Three of your colleagues have preceded you to this baleful sight and
and you're the first one to ask. The others just opened the door, saw me, and fled. I hope they had to pee real bad.
JOE (Handing him a wad of toilet paper): They just didn't want to intrude.
LOUIS: Hah. Reaganite heartless macho asshole lawyers.
JOE: Oh, that's unfair.
LOUIS: What is? Heartless? Macho? Reaganite? Lawyer?
JOE: I voted for Reagan.
LOUIS: You did?
JOE: Twice.
LOUIS: Twice? Well, oh boy. A Gay Republican.
JOE: Excuse me?
LOUIS: Nothing.
JOE: I'm not...
Forget it.
LOUIS: Republican? Not Republican? Or…
JOE: What?
LOUIS: What?
JOE: Not gay. I'm not gay.
LOUIS: Oh. Sorry.
(Blows his nose loudly) It's just…
JOE: Yes?
LOUIS: Well, Sometimes you can tell from the way a person sounds that...I mean you sound like a …
JOE: No I don't. Like what?
LOUIS: Like a Republican.
(Little pause. Joe knows he's being teased; Louis knows he knows. Joe decides to be a little brave)
JOE (Making sure no one is around): Do I? Sound like a…?
LOUIS: What? Like a…? Republican, or…? Do I?
JOE: Do you what?
LOUIS: Sound like a…?
JOE: Like a…?
I'm...confused.
Louis: Yes.
My name is Louis. But all my friends call me Louise.
I work in Word Processing. Thanks for the toilet paper.
(Louis offers Joe his hand, Joe reaches, Louis feints and pecks Joe on the cheek, then exits.)
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