Grow Up Humanity - Seriocomic Monologue,įemale Excerpt: "So you are “all of humanity”? A collection of monologues for actors and actresses. "Hey look," I said, "How about I just do this one myself and you head down to the pub and grab a big plate of go the hell away.Monologues for women from contemporary plays. Definitely not a damned drug overdose," I steamed. "Drug overdose.?" Melendez asked timidly.
My gloves stuck to the door handle for a moment as I was getting out of the squad car. So cold it even drove the beggars inside. I jotted down the details and got ready for a grisly new case. As soon as I opened the mail I eye a hand-cranked note from Agent Mercati. Normal for this time of year, but something felt darker today. The rounds found their way home with a satisfying click. I briefly glanced out the window, then loaded my. The body came up within the past 24 hours. Oh, and the victim - Michael Simpson - was found snubbed. An old Sicilian family, still taking care of the family business. but an old contact did hit a worthy lead. I didn't have much to go off of this time. The night stuck to you like it was something real some black, tangible fabric made of smoke, deceit, and murder. "I need a raise," I said, loading my shotgun.
But then, just as things were starting to go my way, she goes and tells me Beth's been axed. She was looking distressed, as though she hadn't slept in weeks.
I had just had a run-in with the entrancing wife of the late Lonnie Houston, Miss Juliette Goodnight. "I shoulda got out when I had the chance," I said on my way out the door. I dusted off my jacket, lit up my last cigar, grabbed my hat and walked out. They just found the body early in the morning. So in walks Buffillo the Bulldog - looking for me as usual. I had just strolled into Sharkey's and ordered the usual.
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