GREG No, people are—not just women, but lots of folks, guys, too—they can have very surprising sides to their personalities.

KENT Yeah, but girls especially. Once you fuck ’em they get different. You know?/ Anyways, yeah … she’s gone.

GREG Well, that’s …/ … sorry, man.

KENT Awwwwww, matter of time, really … that’s how it always felt to me. With Crystal.

GREG Yeah?

KENT Uh-huh. Even from the beginning … she’s not the kinda girl you can hold onto for long. (Beat.) I was the first guy to fuck her in the ass, though!/ I mean, as she was licking out one of her girlfriends. She told me she’d never done that before. Neither one of ’em had … which is cool.

GREG … great./ You know what? That’s too much info, Kent … way too much sharing for my taste.

KENT Doesn’t matter. I’m just telling you.

GREG Terrific.

The guys watch the action for another minute. Suddenly:

KENT GO, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!! (Points.) Shit, I think he’s … yeah, he’s running in the wrong direction!! You stupid fucker! (Signaling.) BRANDON, WAIT! TURN AROUND!! (Beat.) YES, THAT’S IT! GO! GO!! JUST FOLLOW THE MAGIC LINES!!!

Apparently a touchdown is scored and the boys stand up and cheer. A quick high-five and some laughter. After a moment, they plop back down on another part of the bench.

KENT Fucking kids! I love working with these guys … they’re so awesome.

GREG nods and waits a beat, letting KENT’s thought hover in the air.

GREG … so …

KENT Yeah. “So.” (Beat.) They’re gonna appoint me a lawyer and I guess we’ll just roll with it … see what happens. I’m pretty clean./ I got a DUI and this thing from a few years ago … but I should be ok.

GREG Good./ Lemme know if you need anything—like a character witness or whatever. Do they do stuff like that anymore?

KENT I dunno. Probably just in your books … (Grabbing up GREG’s novel) John Steinbeck. Sweet Thursday. (Tosses it back down.) Fuck! Do you ever read anything good?

GREG Nah. Same old shit.

KENT Whatever makes you happy, I guess … (Back to the kids on the field.) CODY! Come on!!

GREG turns his head at this. Thinking. KENT stands up to watch another play. Shakes his head and sits back down.

GREG Hey. Do you think you’re happy, Kent?

KENT …

GREG I’m just asking …

KENT Shit. “Happy” about what?

GREG Nothing. I was just wondering … after you said that.

KENT You really are, like … an odd fucker. You know that about yourself, right?

GREG For around here, maybe. Yeah.

KENT No, but seriously … I don’t know!! Does reading make you “happy?” Like, honestly “happy?”/ Really?

GREG I think it does./ Yeah. (Beat.) Yes.

KENT Not me. Never even one time … I fucking hate books. Despise ’em … and I mean Dr. Seuss or fucking Hardy Boys, any of that shit. (Thinking.) I can’t remember a time when the first thing I’d do is pick up a book. Not ever.