ON THE ROAD TO GEHENNA

by Tommy Van Stitzel (a.k.a. Tom Stitzel)

 

ãcopyright 1997 by Tommy Van  Stitzel

 

ON THE ROAD TO GEHENNA. is a one act, philosophical comedy play.   Misty, God in Dolly Parton drag;   Bubba, Satan in a rat costume;   Jesse, Jesus as a cowboy,  and Robert, a “lost soul” collide in a bar.

 

The following is an excerpt.

 

 

Robert

Listen!  I may not know where I am or….

 

Bubba

Yer no where.

 

(Jesse rises and stands close to Robert.  He speaks intimately into Robert's ear.)

 

Jesse

You are where you are.

 

Robert

But I don't know where that is or how I got here or where I'm going.  I just know that I want out!

 

Misty

But honey, that's what we're here discussin'. Ah'm defendin' yor case.  Pay attention.  Now if ya'll want ta get up and go somewhere else, (indicating Bubba) Ya'll can go south with him but Ah don't think ya'll would like where he lives.  It's hell!

 

Bubba

Just a little place I call my own.

 

Misty

Or ya'll could go north with me, but, truthfully speakin', I have my standards and so far ya'll haven't earned yor wings.

 

Bubba

My horns are yer horns.

 

Robert

(to Misty)  But where is it your place to judge me!?   (to Jesse)  Who does he think he is?  God!?

 

Jesse

He's got Bubba convinced.

 

Robert

And you?

 

Jesse

(smiling)  He's always told me that he's my father and that he loves me.  That's all I've ever needed to know.

 

Robert

(to Misty)  So, you're the Supreme Judge?

 

Misty

Ah reserve for myself the absolute right ta judge, yes.  And so far yor not helpin' yor case.  Why, right now, Ah don't even like lookin' at ya'll.

 

Robert

Then don't!  Dear God, please don't look at me!

 

Misty

If that was a prayer, it was definitely lackin' in sincerity.

 

Bubba

Touché!

 

Robert

Sincerity?   Sincerity!  Are you for real?  Where did you get that accent?!  Sincerity!  Screw your sincerity!

 

Bubba

Touchdown!

 

Misty

(to Bubba)  Shut up!   (to Robert)  How dare ya'll!

 

Robert

(mocking Misty's accent)  Ah dare just fine, thank ya'll.

 

Misty

Stop mockin' me!

 

(Jesse continues singing All you need is love.)

 

Misty

Damn ya ta hell, Jesse!  Shut up yor damned mouth!

 

(Jesse abruptly stops singing and he and Misty both are stunned with Misty's outburst)

 

Bubba

Personal foul!  Ten yard penalty!

 

Misty

(to Bubba)  Shut up, ya fool!   (to Jesse) Ah'm so sorry, honey. Ah didn't mean ta yell at ya'll.

 

Jesse

You've never spoken to me like that before.

 

Bubba

Yea, yell all ya want at me, just don't scream at the boy.

 

Misty

(to Bubba)  Shut up!   (to Jesse)  Ah'm sorry, baby.

 

Jesse

No, don't apologize, Misty.  This is important somehow.  I've seen your wrath before but I've never been on the receiving end.  I don't like it.  It's cruel.

 

Bubba

See!  Outta the mouths of babes.  Ya go too far!

 

Misty

(to Bubba)  Shut up!   (to Jesse)  Ah didn't mean it.  It's just that ah seem ta be losing control.  Nobody's mindin' me anymore.  No one's afraid of me anymore.

 

(Misty turns to Robert.)

 

Misty

You!  You filthy little man!  This here's yor fault!

 

Jesse

No, Misty…..

 

Misty

Ah never liked yor choices in life and Ah definitely don't like yor manners.

 

Jesse

Misty, please…….

 

Misty

Ya'll show me no respect and no sign of ever redeemin' yorself .  Now if ya'll want ta get back in ta my good graces, sit down and shut up!

 

Robert

No!

 

Misty

Excuse me?

 

Jesse

Robert, don't!

 

Robert

I won't sit down!  I won't shut up!

 

Misty

Ah'm warnin' ya'll, Mr. de Forrest…

 

(Robert resumes reciting his poem, which he now delivers loudly and passionately, as a weapon against Misty)

 

Robert                                                                         Misty

While its multi-limbs

fan-dance in symmetry,                                                            Stop it!

outstretched in perfect balance,

graceful in spirit

as it is in form.                                                                        How dare ya'll!

 

With open palms,                                                                    Disgustin'

fingers spread wide,

it reaches outward                                                       Stop it!  Ya filthy lil' man.

in furtherance of                                                                      Stop it!

limitless space and time.                                                         Stop it!

 

Misty

Stop it!   Free Will!  The bane of my existence.  It'll be my downfall, if they don't destroy themselves first.  Ya'll are right about one thing.  Yor petty conditions are secondary to the real matter.

 

Jesse

What is in the heart?

 

Misty

No!  Responsibility!  Is anybody here listenin' ta me?  Why, ah doubt very much that Mr. de Forrest even remembers that he has a heart.  Do ya'll?  Have ya'll looked lately?  Ah doubt it!

 

Robert

My heart!?  My heart.  Well, let me see.  The last time I looked my heart had lost itself in this maze you call free will.  Ha!  Free Will!  It's nothing more than a blank page upon which each of us writes our own answers to a chaotic mystery, trampling over each other to impose our version over the others.  All the while, running through that maze chasing our noses nowhere.  Fearing that the truth in the end is that it's all just a game.  A game of chance.  Chance, do you hear me!  Not choice!

 

Misty

Ya'll heard him!  No responsibility and no heart!   (to Bubba)  Ya'll can have him.  Ya'll win!

 

Bubba

Whaddaya mean I win? 

 

Misty

Ah'm letting ya'll win, nit wit!

 

Bubba

Letting me win!  Ya cow!  If ya don't want him, then he ain't worth havin'.  I don't want him.  You take him.

 

Misty

No, yor right.  He's one of yors.  He's so.   He’s so boring!

 

Jesse

(to Robert)  Wanna dance?

 

Robert

What?  Dance?

 

Misty

What are ya'll up ta, honey?

 

Jesse

Love.

 

Misty

Love?  Babycakes, ah think that'd be a waste of yor time.

 

Jesse

But I can't think of anything worthier of my time.  Of all the lessons that you have taught me, "love" seems to me to be the most important.

 

Misty

Oh, honey, yor old enough now ta understand that ah never intended "love" ta be unconditional.  Quite the contrary, it is a privilege ta be bestowed as a reward for good behavior.

 

Jesse

"Love your neighbor as you love yourself."  Isn't that what you taught me?

 

Misty

Ah was never prouder of ya'll than when ya'll made that statement, but ya'll have failed ta recognize that when creatures loath themselves such as these, it is impossible for them ta love others 'tall.

 

Jesse

What happens to love?

 

Misty

Without discipline it perverts.  No, what these creatures need to learn is good ole fashion obedience.  And guilt.  And sacrifice.  Oh, for the good ole days of the sacrifice!

 

Jesse

I don't know.  It sounds awfully harsh to me.

 

Misty

Yor a good boy and ah love ya'll for it and they're lucky ta have ya'll represent them, but ya'll are too kind, baby.

 

Jesse

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."  Didn't you always teach me that?

 

Misty

Ah taught ya'll about kindness, yes.  But with yor pure heart, honey, ya'll have been too liberal in the practical application of my laws.  Kindness, as well as love, has ta be tempered with the fear of retribution.   Given with an open hand outstretched, indeed, but with the other hand in a clenched fist upraised at the ready.  It's the only thing they truly understand.

 

Jesse

But, Misty, please.

 

Misty

Well!  What can ah say?  Ah can refuse ya'll nothin' so if ya'll want ta try it yor way…

 

Jesse

I do.  Really, I do.

 

Misty

So be it.  (to Robert)  Ya'll heard Jesse!  If Jesse wants ta dance, then dance!

 

 (Robert looks dismayed.  Misty crosses to the jukebox, gives it one good pound with his fist. Time after Time begins to play.  She turns to Robert.)

 

Misty

Dance!

 

(Robert stands.  Jesse stands up and walks to the dance floor as Robert follows him with resignation. Jesse takes Robert in his arms and they begin to slow dance.  It is a sweet picture.  Misty returns to Bubba at the bar.)

 

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