Nick is a man in his mid-twenties who is in a moment of transition. Trying to figure out how to move forward is difficult so his story must start with him sharing the reflection of himself that he always saw, one where he was nothing, because that is what he was told. His father didn’t give him the support he needed as a child but rather sat him down after a night of drinking and shared all of his deepest secrets then forced him to keep it a secret. When Nick found himself finally away, finally in college he was determined to find his group, his family and he sought them out in fraternity row. Instant friends sounded good but when things started moving in all the wrong directions Nick devised it would be easier to finish. The hazing isn’t too bad. He falls into a hole he can’t get out of, stealing from his mom, failing classes, being degraded by his future “brothers” until one evening right at the end… it all started with a drinking game that was no fun to play. After he his hospital stay, he forever had a hate/ hate relationship with alcohol, one where no matter what he did he lost. But then a friend, his best friend… his mom forced him to decide to save his life or figure the rest of it out on his own. This is a story about self-discovery and accepting that who we are is solely determined by who we choose to be.
Love of a Brother
(Scene opens with Nick, a man in his early twenties pulls another box in a room full of boxes from the floor and begins to pull things out of it putting things in their place, folds his clothes. He is organized; everything has its place. It has to be organized and perfect. He gets to the bottom of the box, sees a picture frame, stops him in his tracks. He holds it, it almost makes him shake, terrifies him, he tosses it on the bed and turns away.)
I look around this room, I feel like I'm stuck in an episode of the Twilight Zone. An episode that I must have written myself because I'm stuck in a room, a very very small room that smells like must, sweat and failure, it feels like a coffin. Have you ever experienced anything like that? (he takes in the room) That feeling of suffocation and no matter how hard you try to breathe, no matter how deep you press air into your lungs you just can't seem to slow down your heart rate. That's me every day when I wake up and I'm still here. A Groundhog Day of sorts, I guess you could say. Do you know what a Groundhog Day is? There was a movie back in the 90s that I used to watch with my grandfather it was about a guy and no matter what he did every day when he woke up, he was in the day that he had just lived. Somehow, they were able to make a comedy out of it but I didn't understand, I always thought if I were stuck like that, I think I'd want to kill myself.
