John Chacko, Jr. approaches a middle-aged woman looking for a bowling ball. She’s fit and rather attractive for her age.
John: So, bowl here often?
Woman: Uh, not really. My son likes to bowl.
John: A kid? Hey, The Juice is cool with that.
Woman: The what?
John: The Juice. It’s my nickname.
Beat.
Woman: Okay.
John: You probably don’t recognize me without all my trophies. I’m John Chacko, Jr… The Juice.
Woman: …
John: Of bowling fame.
Woman: Uhuh, so I have to go.
John: Do you honestly not know who I am?
Woman: I feel like if I say no, you’re going to keep talking to me… so yes?
John: I’ve bowled a ‘299’ 38 times! I have been one point shy of perfection 38 times.
Woman: To be honest, that sounds like the type of thing people create an award for so the person doesn’t go out and kill themselves.
John: I’m not going to lie. Sometimes I put the gun in my mouth to see what it tastes like.
Woman: Ok, I really have to go.
She walks away.
John: I could run for fucking mayor if I wanted. I’m the goddamn Juice.
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