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.