(Inca enters the room and closes the door behind her. She pushes on it to see if its really shut, then turns, walks promptly to the chair and seats herself ) Well, where to begin� I guess I will begin the saga when we met. Ness believes we met back in 1942, but I�m sad to say that the 60�s ruined her mind. She spent all her time chasing the rabbit� (Ness enters the room unknown to Inca) Ness: (laughing) It�s chasing the dragon you dumbass! Shut up! This is my time! GO! Ness: I need to stay to make sure you don�t say anything wrong an�. GO! Go work on the website! (Ness mutters under her breath and starts to leave the room) What was I saying? Oh yes she spent all her time chasing the...whatever, and listening to that Puff the Magic Dragon song. I never thought she was really the cuddly dragon type but she fooled me� (Ness sniggers) that�s not what chasing the dragon mea� Are you still here? (Ness finally leaves, slamming the door on the way out) Where was I going with this�oh! So we didn�t meet in 1942, I�m only 17 that doesn�t make sense! We actually met in 1945. In a brothel in Shanghai. Don�t look at me that way! We were actually there to see if the � we were meeting someone�(looks frustrated) it doesn�t matter why we were there, the point is we were. I was wearing a lovely emerald dress that day I remember. It was a bit hot for Shanghai, but I had bought it, so I was going to wear it! It had a lovely satin underlay, that swooshed when I walked. (Proudly) I got quite the few stares in it, I must say! It really slimmed down my hips, it was actually a replica of a ruby red dress I had lost whilst on the Titanic� Ness: (through the door) You�re supposed to be talking about how great I am, you self absorbed bitch! And you were never on the Titanic! Have you got your face against the door? Ness: Yeah, why? (Inca walks to door quietly and kicks it, hard) Ness: Ow. (Inca sits back down) Where was I? (Thinks a moment) Doesn�t matter, what matters is Ness and I are best friends. We see each other through thick and thin, through idiocy and imprisonment, and if I may add - mainly hers, through dance and disco (shudder) and that one time she thought it would be funny to put a big, ugly, obsidian roach down my shirt. (Clenches teeth together) That was unpleasant for all concerned. But the fact of the matter stays, Ness is my best friend and she excels at kindness. And debauchery. And bumming drinks from me, and leaving her dirty shoes in the doorway so I trip over them and� oh yeah, Ness is a really good friend! She can light up my day! She comes into the room and makes me feel just like the pretty hooker in a Vegas whorehouse. And when she gives you too much booze at a party, she�s always there the next day to take you to the hospital after you pass out throwing up in the toilet, and crack your head open on the ceramic. Hmm what can I say about Ness? Well she does silly things sometimes, such as�well...this really funny time she was dared to put her fist in her mouth for 10 dollars and she did, and it got stuck and I had to take her to the hospital. Moronic really, but quite humorous at the time. Well I guess not for her. I put up with her because she is always there to stick up for you and she�ll always do the right thing�eventually. And under the booze and crass and court cases and self-indulgence there�s a heart of gold� It�s really under there, but there all the same. Oh and if I ever do anything illegal, I can pin it on her and the cops won�t even bat an eyelid about taking her. Sometimes I wonder why she puts up with me. |
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