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How Mao Went Wrong
Mao: She would have appreciated me. She’s was a nice girl, and I AM the nice guy anyway. She was the perfect all-American girl with her blonde hair tied up in a pony tail, her blue eyes, her red lips that would always smile whenever she walked…
McCarthy: SHUT upppppp! You know that’s a dam lie and there was no way in your life that she would have gone out with you. COME ON….. ! What with that flat nose? Plain black hair? And lets not forget all 5 feet and 2 inches of you! Face it Mao, she would have never gone out with a yellow chink like you.
(silent pause)
Mao: I’m not only Chinese you know. I’m ½ Filipino, 1/8th Scottish, another 1/8th Castilian, ¼ Taiwanese, and a small drop of a Vietnamese. Some would even say I’m the person to go to when they want to take a trip around the world.
McCarthy: Blah blah blah…. You think you know everything don’t you?
Mao: I DO!
McCarthy: You don’t.
Mao: Yes I do, I even know our history teacher Mrs. Washington is scared of you.
McCarthy: Shut the hell…
Mao: Haven’t you seen the terror in her eyes when you walk in the room. You don’t see it, but whenever she calls out attendance she pauses for one whole second before saying your name, as if you never really existed.
McCarthy: Oh. Well… we both know why she does that.
Mao: Because we’re one person?
McCarthy: YEAH!
Mao: HAHAHAH isn’t it great how you can get away with so many things because of a mental illness?
McCarthy: And the best part is how you try to justify why “I” exist to the other kids that don’t know your story. HHAHHAH the looks on their faces!! You remember don’t you?
Mao: Yes…. You don’t have to bring it up all the time.
McCarthy: Ah.. come on suck it up douche bag. You see, THIS is why no one will ever accept you. You’re such a cry baby Mao.
Mao: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, Shut up, shuuuuuut up! Just shut the F*$k up! You weren’t here during my child hood so you don’t know what I’ve been through! All you do is judge me after I told you my life story! You’re a fucker you know?
McCarthy: Mao. I know why people don’t accept you. I KNOW why they never let you eat lunch with them at their table, I know how momma used to hit you for not bringing home an A+, and I know how pops committed suicide. I was there Mao. Just because you weren’t classified as a schizophrenic yet didn’t mean I didn’t exist. During those times, I was there, but just couldn’t say anything.
Mao: Really? You were? Then why are you such an asshole to me?
McCarthy: Someone’s gotta raise you tough son! And that someone might as well be me.
Mao: I remember that day. Momma was in the backyard watering the garden. I was doing my math homework while eating the Pho and Pan de Sal that momma would make me on Saturday afternoons. It was such a strange coincidence. That warm august afternoon. I had my pencil in hand and I was right at the last problem of my math homework. 18 X 11 = 187… BOOM! Momma dropped the hose and ran inside. I followed where the loud bang came from and opened momma and pop’s bedroom door as momma followed behind me. Pop’s was laying on the bed with a colt 45 in his right hand. The first thing I noticed was the red water spilling off the side of the bed. I wasn’t sure what just happened.
McCarthy: That was in 4th grade right?
Mao: Yeah. I was 10. I didn’t even understand the word suicide. I remember momma running to pops while he was sleeping in the red water on the bed. She started to cry, but I didn’t know why. I even asked momma “why are you crying momma? Dad’s just sleeping isn’t he|?”
McCarthy: I remember that. That was when she cried all through the afternoon until you had to call the police on your own.
Mao: Yeah. And I didn’t call because pops shot himself. I didn’t even know he killed himself. The only reason why I called the police was because momma wouldn’t stop crying.
McCarthy: Well, if you look at it this way. His death was a new birth of the man that would save your own life, Mr. McCarthy himself! Me (points at himself)
Mao: You always have to be the tough guy huh?
McCarthy: No shit, if it weren’t for me you would have never had the balls even say a word to Demi.
Mao: You’re an idiot. I had the chance to say something normal to her in Geometry class like “Hi, I’m Mao.” But noooooooooooo… you had to fuss up and make me say the most embarrassing words said to a girl for the first time. “Hey, I’m Chinese, I can do your math homework for you anytime!!!”
McCarthy: You weren’t going to say anything kid. You froze up, so SOMEONE had to say something. Better to say something to a girl that doesn’t make sense, than not saying anything ever.
Mao: I beg to differ. It was because of YOU that the Demi, the teacher, and the whole classroom laughed at me. It was because of YOU that I was stuck with the nickname “Ching Chong China Math Man” for the whole year.
McCarthy: Hey sometimes that’s what happens in a city like…. Like.. a city like ….. wait where do you live again?
Mao: Detroit.
McCarthy: Deeee-troit! 15 years in the murder capitol of the country and you STILL haven’t grown enough pubic hairs to walk to school alone. I mean what kind of kid still walks to school holding his moms hand in high school?
Mao: Hey hey now!
McCarthy: What?!@ It’s the truth! You can’t hear the truth? I swear on my life that you’ll always that lonely kid that eats lunch in the classroom just so that everyone else wont’ see you eating by yourself. Pffff.. Pansy!
Mao: self-loathing free loader
McCarthy: Wus
Mao: Inarticulate thug.
McCarthy: You, yo- … You kung fu fighting laundry-mat worker!
Mao: You big-headed over-zealous, callous narcissist, ignorant redneck wannabe!
McCarthy: Get some balls!
Mao: Get a brain!
McCarthy: (pause) abused bastard.
Mao: HEY!
McCarthy: That’s right.
Mao: (silence) Every single thing you say to me is supposed to be some sort of way to make me better, but I don’t buy it. At first I thought you brought out a side of me that I needed.
McCarthy: You do need me.
Mao: Fuck you, shut up. I’m in control now.
McCarthy: Ok let’s not get crazy here son.
Mao: You see! It’s the little things like that, that piss me off. I don’t need you. When dad shot himself after coming home from the war I was alone. When everyone in high school kicked me and threw sand at me during lunch I was alone! Whenever mom would come home from a 12 hour shift from I was alone! And even when she vent her stress out on my by looking for the smallest thing to get mad at me, like not getting an A+, not taking out the trash, and staying up late to finish my homework that I didn’t get to finish because of chores I WAS ALONE! You were never there. You were just a voice in my head that would talk back. You never helped me during any of those times.
McCarthy: Ok. Ok I get your point.
Mao: NO YOU DON’T! When mom locked me in my room on weekends where were you?!@! When she made me sleep outside the house for forgetting to wash the dishes where were YOU!? When the kids stared and spit at me you weren’t there, and afterwards when they kicked my ass YOU weren’t there to help me!
McCarthy: I get! I get it.. (silence) You had a hard life.
Mao: You don’t get anything. The only thing you get is the pure satisfaction at seeing me go through misery you sick basard. You see these scars? I’ve come to realize that it wasn’t just mom giving them to me. You helped her put gashes on me left them there to burn. You made everything worse. Now I know what I have to do.
McCarthy: uhm….
Mao: I have to get rid of you Mac.
McCarthy: WHAT!@? Hahahah what nonsense are you talking now?
Mao: (takes gun and points it at his head) This is the only way. It’ll do everyone a good deed. You, me, momma.
McCarthy: (in a quivering voice) Hey. Hey now Mao. Come on. Can’t we work this out? Come on… We can do this. You & me, together. Like Tom & Jerry, Batman & Robbin, the Olsen Twins?
Mao: No McCarthy.
McCarthy: Starsky & Hutch?
Mao: (pause) Goodbye Mac. (looks up while holding gun to his temple) I’m coming POPPA! I’m coming!
Mao: She would have appreciated me. She’s was a nice girl, and I AM the nice guy anyway. She was the perfect all-American girl with her blonde hair tied up in a pony tail, her blue eyes, her red lips that would always smile whenever she walked…
McCarthy: SHUT upppppp! You know that’s a dam lie and there was no way in your life that she would have gone out with you. COME ON….. ! What with that flat nose? Plain black hair? And lets not forget all 5 feet and 2 inches of you! Face it Mao, she would have never gone out with a yellow chink like you.
(silent pause)
Mao: I’m not only Chinese you know. I’m ½ Filipino, 1/8th Scottish, another 1/8th Castilian, ¼ Taiwanese, and a small drop of a Vietnamese. Some would even say I’m the person to go to when they want to take a trip around the world.
McCarthy: Blah blah blah…. You think you know everything don’t you?
Mao: I DO!
McCarthy: You don’t.
Mao: Yes I do, I even know our history teacher Mrs. Washington is scared of you.
McCarthy: Shut the hell…
Mao: Haven’t you seen the terror in her eyes when you walk in the room. You don’t see it, but whenever she calls out attendance she pauses for one whole second before saying your name, as if you never really existed.
McCarthy: Oh. Well… we both know why she does that.
Mao: Because we’re one person?
McCarthy: YEAH!
Mao: HAHAHAH isn’t it great how you can get away with so many things because of a mental illness?
McCarthy: And the best part is how you try to justify why “I” exist to the other kids that don’t know your story. HHAHHAH the looks on their faces!! You remember don’t you?
Mao: Yes…. You don’t have to bring it up all the time.
McCarthy: Ah.. come on suck it up douche bag. You see, THIS is why no one will ever accept you. You’re such a cry baby Mao.
Mao: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, Shut up, shuuuuuut up! Just shut the F*$k up! You weren’t here during my child hood so you don’t know what I’ve been through! All you do is judge me after I told you my life story! You’re a fucker you know?
McCarthy: Mao. I know why people don’t accept you. I KNOW why they never let you eat lunch with them at their table, I know how momma used to hit you for not bringing home an A+, and I know how pops committed suicide. I was there Mao. Just because you weren’t classified as a schizophrenic yet didn’t mean I didn’t exist. During those times, I was there, but just couldn’t say anything.
Mao: Really? You were? Then why are you such an asshole to me?
McCarthy: Someone’s gotta raise you tough son! And that someone might as well be me.
Mao: I remember that day. Momma was in the backyard watering the garden. I was doing my math homework while eating the Pho and Pan de Sal that momma would make me on Saturday afternoons. It was such a strange coincidence. That warm august afternoon. I had my pencil in hand and I was right at the last problem of my math homework. 18 X 11 = 187… BOOM! Momma dropped the hose and ran inside. I followed where the loud bang came from and opened momma and pop’s bedroom door as momma followed behind me. Pop’s was laying on the bed with a colt 45 in his right hand. The first thing I noticed was the red water spilling off the side of the bed. I wasn’t sure what just happened.
McCarthy: That was in 4th grade right?
Mao: Yeah. I was 10. I didn’t even understand the word suicide. I remember momma running to pops while he was sleeping in the red water on the bed. She started to cry, but I didn’t know why. I even asked momma “why are you crying momma? Dad’s just sleeping isn’t he|?”
McCarthy: I remember that. That was when she cried all through the afternoon until you had to call the police on your own.
Mao: Yeah. And I didn’t call because pops shot himself. I didn’t even know he killed himself. The only reason why I called the police was because momma wouldn’t stop crying.
McCarthy: Well, if you look at it this way. His death was a new birth of the man that would save your own life, Mr. McCarthy himself! Me (points at himself)
Mao: You always have to be the tough guy huh?
McCarthy: No shit, if it weren’t for me you would have never had the balls even say a word to Demi.
Mao: You’re an idiot. I had the chance to say something normal to her in Geometry class like “Hi, I’m Mao.” But noooooooooooo… you had to fuss up and make me say the most embarrassing words said to a girl for the first time. “Hey, I’m Chinese, I can do your math homework for you anytime!!!”
McCarthy: You weren’t going to say anything kid. You froze up, so SOMEONE had to say something. Better to say something to a girl that doesn’t make sense, than not saying anything ever.
Mao: I beg to differ. It was because of YOU that the Demi, the teacher, and the whole classroom laughed at me. It was because of YOU that I was stuck with the nickname “Ching Chong China Math Man” for the whole year.
McCarthy: Hey sometimes that’s what happens in a city like…. Like.. a city like ….. wait where do you live again?
Mao: Detroit.
McCarthy: Deeee-troit! 15 years in the murder capitol of the country and you STILL haven’t grown enough pubic hairs to walk to school alone. I mean what kind of kid still walks to school holding his moms hand in high school?
Mao: Hey hey now!
McCarthy: What?!@ It’s the truth! You can’t hear the truth? I swear on my life that you’ll always that lonely kid that eats lunch in the classroom just so that everyone else wont’ see you eating by yourself. Pffff.. Pansy!
Mao: self-loathing free loader
McCarthy: Wus
Mao: Inarticulate thug.
McCarthy: You, yo- … You kung fu fighting laundry-mat worker!
Mao: You big-headed over-zealous, callous narcissist, ignorant redneck wannabe!
McCarthy: Get some balls!
Mao: Get a brain!
McCarthy: (pause) abused bastard.
Mao: HEY!
McCarthy: That’s right.
Mao: (silence) Every single thing you say to me is supposed to be some sort of way to make me better, but I don’t buy it. At first I thought you brought out a side of me that I needed.
McCarthy: You do need me.
Mao: Fuck you, shut up. I’m in control now.
McCarthy: Ok let’s not get crazy here son.
Mao: You see! It’s the little things like that, that piss me off. I don’t need you. When dad shot himself after coming home from the war I was alone. When everyone in high school kicked me and threw sand at me during lunch I was alone! Whenever mom would come home from a 12 hour shift from I was alone! And even when she vent her stress out on my by looking for the smallest thing to get mad at me, like not getting an A+, not taking out the trash, and staying up late to finish my homework that I didn’t get to finish because of chores I WAS ALONE! You were never there. You were just a voice in my head that would talk back. You never helped me during any of those times.
McCarthy: Ok. Ok I get your point.
Mao: NO YOU DON’T! When mom locked me in my room on weekends where were you?!@! When she made me sleep outside the house for forgetting to wash the dishes where were YOU!? When the kids stared and spit at me you weren’t there, and afterwards when they kicked my ass YOU weren’t there to help me!
McCarthy: I get! I get it.. (silence) You had a hard life.
Mao: You don’t get anything. The only thing you get is the pure satisfaction at seeing me go through misery you sick basard. You see these scars? I’ve come to realize that it wasn’t just mom giving them to me. You helped her put gashes on me left them there to burn. You made everything worse. Now I know what I have to do.
McCarthy: uhm….
Mao: I have to get rid of you Mac.
McCarthy: WHAT!@? Hahahah what nonsense are you talking now?
Mao: (takes gun and points it at his head) This is the only way. It’ll do everyone a good deed. You, me, momma.
McCarthy: (in a quivering voice) Hey. Hey now Mao. Come on. Can’t we work this out? Come on… We can do this. You & me, together. Like Tom & Jerry, Batman & Robbin, the Olsen Twins?
Mao: No McCarthy.
McCarthy: Starsky & Hutch?
Mao: (pause) Goodbye Mac. (looks up while holding gun to his temple) I’m coming POPPA! I’m coming!