#77. A DRUG TALE

 

#77. A DRUG TALE

It’s a scene near the benches filled with quiet desperation, drug taking, boredom, and begging. 

Suddenly: “Hey drop it! Man, drop it!” A young man in a blue hoodie tries to steal a jacket. He runs ten feet and drops it but continues running onto the empty lawn. A young man in a black jacket chases and catches him. 

What follows is a scene from a silent movie about drugs and money and danger. You could write the dialogue. It’s clear who’s in charge. Jacket holds Hoodie’s arm and talks quietly. Hoodie tries to walk away. Jacket jerks him back, wraps his right arm tight around Hoodie’s neck and leans his forehead tight against Hoodie’s forehead. There is menace here. While holding him tight with his right hand, Jacket’s left hand reaches into hoodie’s pants pockets, tossing away whatever he finds, scraps of rolling paper, a lighter, gum. A mugging in broad daylight. He’s methodical and rough, digging so deep into pockets that Hoodie’s pants start to fall. 

Not finding what he wants, the scene ends. Like a freed, scared rabbit Hoodie bolts, not even picking up his belongings from the grass. 

 I think I'm the only one in the Park who saw this scene.