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.