1. The Guy in the Red Shirt (First Person Narrative). Version MG

I had a really shitty morning. "Alan," my landlord screamed. "Your water is turned off! The rent is late again." I couldn't shower. That didn't piss me off as much as missing my appointment with the Guardian. They wanted me to write a story about 'Moving From North Dakota to San Francisco.' I decided to blow it off and write a fucking song instead.
packed up my van just to get broke down
thumbed my way from town to town
met a man, met a lady,
turned down a ride from a dude too shady
no hot water in my one-room flat
landlords a jerk, imagine that
no hot water in my one-room flat
landlords a jerk, imagine that
now I'm sippin; java on potrero hill

2. Woman and Child. Dialogue. Version MG

C: Auntie Songbird, that's the sound a cow makes."
W: She laughs. "Yes, Jared, but in my day, they called this a moo-moo"
C: Dumb thing to call a dress-moomoo. Makes me think you're a cow." Child blushes. "Oops, I mean not because you're big or look like a cow, but, well, y'know, moomoo is really stupid. Why didn;t they call it a bow wow or quack quack?"
W: "Just because thy didn't. Anyway, why do youe wear your baseball cap sideways?"
C: It's the way you're supposed to."
W: "Says who?"
C: "Everyone!"
W: Kind of like calling my dress a moomoo and not a quack quack."
C: "Auntie Songbird, now I get it. You're just proving a point. What are you drinking again?"
W: "A soy latte."
C: "Did you drink that when you were a hippie?"
W: No, we drank cheap wine."
C: And smoked dope, right?"
W: Now, now is your mother telling you things you shouldn't know?"
C: "Nah, I saw this picture of you and her wearing those kinds of shirts you buy in the Haight and stupid lookin' cigarettes hanging from your lips."
W: "Oh, that picture. I forgot she had it. I remember that concert.
C: "Yeah? Sing me something from it."
W: Thinks. "Well, I came across this child as I was walkin' along the road...la,la,la, da, da dum.
C: "Dumb."

3. Man in Red Shirt. Man In Blue. Third Person Narrative. Version MG

He seemed to struggle as he wrote the apology to his wife. But he couldn't stay with her anymore. The loss of his job and mounting debt sent him into a downward spiral. As he wrote he glance around the coffee shop that most non locals would call an SF urban hipster joint. He felt transparent when he walked in but he soon found a seat inconspicuously near another man who could have been his older brother but not by much. He was still wearing his wedding ring. His wife probably stored hers away by now. He glanced sideways to his unknown soul mate. They both had the same color hair that grandkids made fun of.They both wore Levis with the extra room in them. They both wore the same simple pullover knit golf shirts. But his was red. He wondered what his stranger friend was writing. He wondered about the world he was lost in. Was it a happy one or devastating like his. He wondered if maybe they could be friends.