MASCARAS:
Well there I was staring at paper ...
(lifts glass to air) watching my wine
turn to vinegar as it were ...
JOAN (Smiling):
You can turn a phrase.
MASCARAS:
I said I couldn't write, I'm a wiz at
speaking. Anyway there I was staring
at blank paper, not a stitch of an idea,
and the damn typewriter had cost me
4400 pesetas in Andorra.
JOAN:
So what happened to the great American
novel?
MASCARAS:
After seven months all my money ran out.
Then I spent another month looking at the
"wine dark sea," and then I came home ...
JOAN:
Properly humbled and chastened.
So how did you become a (points
glass of wine towards him) ...
MASCARAS:
Probation Officer? No bread. Tapped out.
Saw a blind ad in the paper asking for
people with experience dealing with people,
took the test, and the rest (sips wine)
is history.
JOAN:
Well, you're wasting your time. But I like
you anyway ...
In Medias Res: The Beginning
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