Written by Joe Janes
182 of 365
Dr. Menlo, 60s
Mr. Evans, 20s
(Lights up on a psychiatrist’s office. Dr. Menlo sits at his desk. Sitting across from him is Mr. Evans, a young, clean-cut man.)
DR. MENLOMr. Evans. We are going to do word association. I will say a word and you will say the first thing that comes into your mind. Do you understand?
MR. EVANSYes, Dr. Menlo.
DR. MENLOGood. (Pause) Bicycle.
DR. MENLOLet’s move on to the Rorschach test. I will show you a picture. You tell me what it looks like. Are you ready?
(Dr. Menlo shows Mr. Evans a blotter stain.)
DR. MENLOTell me what you see?
MR. EVANSIt looks like someone spilled ink onto a board, folded it in half and opened it back up again.
(Dr. Menlo takes out his pocket watch and holds it in front of Mr. Evans by the fob. He makes it sway from side-to-side.)
DR. MENLOYou are getting sleepy.
MR. EVANSYes. I am.
DR. MENLOMr. Evans, you are cured.
MR. EVANSI am? On my first session? But my father and I don’t speak. My mother ran off to Las Vegas with an Elmo impersonator. I’m a wreck around women. My career is in the dumper. And my cat died.
DR. MENLOGet over it.
MR. EVANSOh. Okay.
DR. MENLOThat’ll be $200.