The Rusty Peso, a dive bar. STAN tosses darts into a dartboard. Maybe he has a few empty beer bottles around him. MAN enters, tie loosened and shirt partly unbuttoned. He walks with a funny limp but tries to hide it. As MAN approaches STAN he passes a waitress.

MAN :(To waitress) Coors draft.

STAN: Whats with the limp?

MAN sits at the table propping his feet up on a chair losing himself in thought.

STAN (CONTD.): So? You hurt yourself or what?

MAN: You remember Mike Smith?

STAN: Uh…Sounds familiar. Pretty common name.

MAN: You remember…”Goldy Lockes”, “thick  blonde fury? Mike Smith, the guy with hair woman wished they had.

STAN: I’m not sur-

MAN: Like underbrush that hair. Just a beautiful head of hair really, something one should really sit and admire.

STAN: Like a painting.

MAN: Like a god damn Van Gough. He had those natural highlights… You ever look at the clouds before a rainstorm, right when the sun is about to disappear… When you know things are gonna get fucked real quick?

STAN: Sure ha-

MAN: The highlights were like the edge of those clouds. A.. a-

STAN: A silver lining.

MAN: No, the edge of the cloud, where the sun shines through.

STAN: Yeah, a silver lining.

MAN: Doesn’t matter… I mean Becky Strassmore used to sit on his ugly face just to run her fingers through that hair. Becky FUCKING Strassmore!

STAN: What I would of done to go down on Strassmore… Becky “tight tuna” Strassmore.

MAN: Tight tuna no more my friend. You hear she popped out quintuplets?

STAN: Five kids at once!

MAN: It’s now more like Becky “empty can of tuna” Strassmore.

STAN: (Laughs) What the fuck man? Kind of ruins the fantasy you know. She auditioning for one of those reality shows?

MAN: Who knows…Science man, it can do some unnatural things.

STAN: You know who made good tuna? My grandma. Her secret was pickle relish, delicious.

MAN: Tunas tuna but Mike Smith’s hair man, it should have been a national treasure.

STAN: Should go into the Smithsonian.

MAN: You’re god damn right it should… Wait…Pickle relish? Sweet or spicy?

STAN: Sweet. And she would always serve it with a handfull of cornchips.

MAN: Hmmm…What I would do to have been blessed with the Shabogan hair.

STAN: Enough with the hair. Why don’t you write a joke about it or something. Your act could use a little something new.

MAN: Thanks. It’s just… I saw him and..hes going through chemo.

STAN: Aw man. Poor guy. That’s sad stuff. He have kids?

MAN: Two. And a wife…It’s devastating.

STAN: A real shame.

MAN: It’s…It’s just such a waste you know.

STAN: Makes you think.

MAN: Such a god damn waste. I mean what’s the point?

STAN: Sure makes you think.

MAN: Just a waste of such beautiful hair.

STAN: I’m not th-

MAN: Somethings just not right in that picture.

The waitress sets MANS beer in front of him.

Waitress: Can I get you anything else.

Stan: (To waitress) Can I ask you something?

WAITRESS: Sure.

Stan: What do you call the shiny edge of a dark cloud. You know that part where the sun shines through?

WAITRESS: A silver lining?

MAN: Leave the nice lady alone.

The WAITRESS exits.

Stan (CONTD.): So what the hell happened to your leg?

MAN picks up the darts.

MAN: You wanna play?

STAN: Sure.

The two men begin playing darts.