DFO Radio: Hard Carr-ency

INT. SANTA ANA APARTMENT COMPLEX – DAY.

A pair of sun-weathered middle-aged men are napping on separate couches.  The room looks like an abandoned pawnshop – every bit of space is filled with cheap electronics, mismatched furniture, rubbish, and grime.  Cockroaches abound.

RYAN LEAF: [wakes up with a start] Shit!

TODD MARINOVICH: [comes to gradually] Hmmggrhhh.

RYAN LEAF: [sits up] SHIT!  FUCK!

TODD MARINOVICH: Chill, man.  What’s wrong?

RYAN LEAF: I forgot to go to work!

TODD MARINOVICH: [begins giggling, softly at first, but eventually reaching a crescendo where he begins to clutch his belly from laughing so hard and breaks into a bout of coughing that sounds like the end stages of emphysema]

RYAN LEAF: Shut up, man, this isn’t fucking funny!

TODD MARINOVICH: Bro, you got fired, like, two weeks ago.

RYAN LEAF: [furrows brow] Wait…oh.  [remembers] Shit.

TODD MARINOVICH: [sits up and hunches over a coffee table marked by coffee rings and gouges in the wood.  He digs into the pocket of his filthy jeans and pulls out a small white pill.  He  scans the table, locates a razor blade, then begins cutting it up into powder right on the table]

RYAN LEAF: What is that?

TODD MARINOVICH: [shrugs]  Beats me.  Aspirin, probably.

RYAN LEAF: Well, shit.  I could do with something better.  You got any money?

TODD MARINOVICH: [snorts with laughter]

RYAN LEAF: Yeah, me neither.  [reaches between the couch curtains and pulls out a remote control.  He points it at an amplifier across the room.]  At least we got some tunes.

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