At a kitchen table
Kitchen is a mess of dirty dishes, open bags of chips etc. A MOTHER stands in front of a table that has on it neat piles of stationary supplies and stapled documents. Her son JACK enters. Heads to the reifigerator.
mother
You see this Jack? This is my homework.
jack
Shit! I’m gonna get homework my whole life?
mother
Language.
jack
Ma, do you like homework?
mother
Well, yeah…I do. I’m good at it. It’s the one thing I’ve always been good at.
jack
Huh? In your time Ma, did they have parties and things like that?
mother
Sure. And we had electricity and cars and running water.
jack
Yeah, yeah funny. So, did you go to these parties?
mother
You mean was I a normal kid? Jack, here’s the truth. There’s no such thing as normal. No one is normal.
jack
Forget it.