INT. JACK'S APARTMENT
JACK sits on the couch playing guitar hero. The phone rings.
JACK
Grandpa could you get that?
As JACK plays a riff from Guns n' Roses.
GRANDPA
No.
JACK
Why the hell not?
JACK continues to play.
GRANDPA
Because I have my dick in Mrs. Howard's ass.
JACK looks towards GRANDPA'S room then nods his head.
JACK
Okay, good reason.
JACK presses pause and reaches across the coach to pick up the phone.
JACK (cont'd)
Hello?
COLLECTIONS AGENT
Yes, may I please speak to Jack Martin?
JACK
He is not here right now. Can I take a
message?
JACK walks to the kitchen and opens the cupboard and grabs a can of Pringles.
COLLECTIONS AGENT
Yes, this is Brent Anderson from Clark's collections, when will he be back?
JACK
Probably never, he still owes me rent money. Do you know how I can get a hold of the bastard?
JACK takes out about six Pringles and shoves them into his mouth.
COLLECTIONS AGENT
I'm afraid not, I've been trying to reach him for the last six months.
JACK walks down his hallway crunching on his mouthful of Pringles.
JACK
Well, your persistence has paid off, I'm Jack Martin.
COLLECTIONS AGENT
Mr. Martin?
JACK puts the can of Pringles down near the couch, wipes his hands together and then on his t-shirt then walks down the stairs and opens the front door.
JACK
Speaking.
JACK walks outside.
COLLECTIONS AGENT
This is Brent Anderson from...
JACK
Hi Brent, how in the hell are you?
JACK opens his mailbox and grabs his mail.
COLLECTIONS AGENT
From Clark's Collections agency.
I have been trying to get a hold of you
regarding an enormous amount of money
that you owe us.
JACK
Really?
COLLECTIONS AGENT
You need to send me money today?
JACK
I'm a little short. Could you spot me?
JACK walks back into his home and up the stairs looking through his mail as he walks.
YOU ARE READING
I QUIT
General FictionJim is living a normal life until tragedy changes his life forever. He will have to decide between starting over or continue living in this life of mediocrity.
