MrJones82

Life is like a box of crayons. At birth, you're given a great big box of them to share and add color to your life. Some colors get used more than others. Sometimes, a crayon gets broken. A Bright color gets snapped in half and tossed in the garbage can, never to be returned. Sometimes you keep coloring. Sometimes you can't. That color was important. Sometimes a crayon is gained, shared between two people. That color might be just perfect, and works great! Other times it's a different shade, but it will make do. But, there is always one color left in the box. Black. It's normally unused until death. It's used to frame the picture. To ad

The lights come up on SCRUFFY MAN, standing centerstage, rocking back and forth on his heels, clearly waiting for something.  He gazes about distractedly, fidgets with his shirtsleeves, scratches his head, checks his watch, and in general indicates that he is not a very patient man.  After several moments, SECURITY GUARD shouts at him from offstage SECURITY GUARD: (offstage) Hey you! (Enters briskly, stage right.  SCRUFFY MAN looks at him in surprise) SCRUFFY MAN: Who, me? SECURITY GUARD: No, the other crazy man who's been standing up on the roof for the past three hours.  (SCRUFFY MAN looks about, t