Anthony David Vernon

Anthony David Vernon is an adjunct professor of philosophy and has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize.  


Ever Different, Ever the Same

ACT I: Lecture Upon Life 

SCENE-Albert and Camus enter a hallway, exiting their class and classroom post-lecture. They pause in place to speak to one another as their classmates come to exit the hallway.  

Albert: This eternal recurrence is nonsense.  

Camus: Do we need to go over it again?  

Albert: Of course not; it is just that the Hindus already had and have a better framework for what Nietzsche may have been trying to do with the eternal return of the difference.  

Camus: Possibly, but let’s concern ourselves with those things we’d want to do again and again. Are you going to Simone’s party tonight?  

Albert: I am behind on the Henry readings for French Phenomenology.  

Camus: That man claims biologists don’t study life; he is a joke that can be dismissed. Let us be phenomenological ourselves and be biologists studying life firsthand by being the life of the party.  

Albert: Ah, yes, philosophy grad students, the life of any party.  

Camus: Be that as it may, what excuse other than reading do you have for not going?  

Albert: None.  

Camus: Great, you have the invite.  

Albert: Of course I do; I extended you the invite. You’re my plus one.  

Camus: Great, glad you’re going because I would not have gotten in without you.  Albert: Simone would have let you in.  

Camus: Yes, but Simone would really like you in.  

Albert: What?  

Camus: Nothing, I’ll meet you at the ART at 6. 

Albert: Party doesn’t even start till 9.  

Camus: Pregaming at Marcus’.  

Albert: Was Marcus invited?  

Camus: How am I supposed to know? I wasn’t even invited. But he invited me over for board games and beer at 6:30, so now you’re my plus one.  

Albert: Now I have to come up with a second party favor  

Camus [Camus walks away from Albert.]: Not my problem, I am coming empty-handed twice over.  

SCENE: Marcus' dining room, on the table, is an elaborate board game and partially drunk and  empty beer bottles.  

Marcus: You’re in the attack phase.  

Albert: I don’t know what to do.  

Marcus: Fight back.  

Albert: I really don’t know how.  

Camus: Marcus, did you get invited to Simone’s party?  

Marcus: Yeah, she invited the entire cohort.  

Camus: Well, now I am mildly offended.  

Albert: Are you going, you could hop with us on the art.  

Marcus: Not my scene, this is my scene.  

Camus: Well, I am glad you appreciate our company, but we will be going.  

Marcus: You’re going to a party you weren’t invited to. Stay here, man, in the company of  someone who actually invited you. Albert can go on his own. 

Camus: I am not sure how well Albert will do on his own.  

Albert: I think I would be fine.  

Marcus: What do you say? Albert takes the ART, and we hang out here.  

Camus: Well, if I stay here longer than you wanted to and you go, Albert, I will swing over later.  

Albert: Yeah, I am a timely person. I was hoping to be there right at 9.  

Camus: See, he is hopelessly lost. Showing up for a party right on time.  

Marcus: Isn’t it good to show up for a party on time?  

Camus: No, the cool thing to do is to show an hour after the start time.  

Marcus: Why?  

Camus: Showing up too early shows desperation, and the ladies won’t be on time anyways  because they always take longer than expected to get ready.  

Albert: I don’t care about any of that. I just want to chat with Simone as much as I can.  

Camus: Well, you enjoy your thing with her. You might want to go now if you want to catch the  ART to get there at 9.  

Albert [checks his phone.]: Yeah, you’re right, see around, Marcus. Thanks for having me over,  and see you later, Camus, Albert.  



ACT II: The Femme Fatale 

SCENE: Simone’s living room. Albert enters, seeing Simone, Ernest, and a few partygoers.  Everyone is in casual clothing except for Ernest, who is in a suit.  

Simone: Right on time.  

Albert: But I am a minute late. 

Simone: Fashionably late then [Simone grabs Ernest] Albert, I want you to meet my boyfriend,  Ernest.  

[Albert and Ernest shake hands.]  

Ernest: I’ve heard about you, only terrible things really, you’re studying philosophy also.  Albert: Yeah, me and Simone have a few classes together. What are you studying?  Ernest: I’m an adjunct in the English department.  

Albert: Is that why you’re in a suit? Did you come back from a class, being overdressed as you are?  

Ernest: If I am occasionally a little overdressed, I make up for it by always being immensely over-educated.  

Simone: Your vanity is ridiculous, and your need to reference literature is absurd. [Ernest walks away.]  

Albert: Interesting guy.  

Simone: Not really, he’s just hot.  

Albert: Does he need a fan?  

Simone: You’re stupid.  

Albert: And you could also use a fan 'cause you’re so hot.  

Simone: Stop it, you dumbass. [pause] But you actually think I’m hot?  

Albert: Of course, I have had a crush on you since I met you.  

Simone: Why haven’t you ever told me?  

Albert: I didn’t think so.  

Simone: You can spend all of your time thinking about the crap Kant, Hume, Hegel, and fucking Heidegger say, but never think to admit your affection for me.  

Albert: Kant refutes that. 

Simone: This isn’t the time for puns.  

Albert: Sorry, I couldn’t resist.  

Simone: Dumbass, what if I have a crush on you?  

Albert: Do you?  

Simone: Yes.

Albert: What do you want to do about it?  

Simone: Be done with Ernest.  

Albert: I’m sorry.  

[Simone grabs Albert’s hand and leads him towards her bedroom.]  

Scene: Albert and Simone are in Simone’s bedroom. There are signs they’ve been there for some time.  

[Albert and Simone are making out when Ernest barges in with a baseball bat.]  

Ernest [pulling Simone off of Albert and proceeds to violently beat Albert with his baseball bat.]: 

Fuck you.  

[Simone tries to stop Ernest but to no avail as Ernest kills Albert.]  

Scene: Simone’s living room. Albert enters, seeing Simone, Ernest, and a few partygoers.  Everyone is in casual clothing except for Ernest, who is in a suit.  

Simone: Perfect timing  

Albert: But I’m a minute late.  

Simone: As I said, perfect timing, [Simone grabs Ernest.] Albert, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Ernest. 

[Albert and Ernest shake hands.]  

Ernest: I know about you; you’re studying philosophy also.  

Albert: Yeah, me and Simone have a few classes together. What are you studying?  Ernest: I’m not studying; I’m an adjunct in the English department.  

Albert: Is that why you’re in a suit? Did you come back from a class being overdressed as you are?  

Ernest: If I am occasionally a little overdressed, I make up for it by always being immensely  over-educated.  

Simone: Your vanity is ridiculous, and your need to reference and callback is absurd.  

[Ernest walks away to the partygoers.]  

Albert: You don’t like him.  

Simone: Of course not, you already know that.  

Albert: What do you want to do with that knowledge?  

Simone: What do you want to do about it?  

Albert: Be done with Ernest.  

[Simone grabs Albert’s hand and leads him towards her bedroom.]  

Scene: Albert and Simone are in Simone’s bedroom. There are signs they’ve been there for some  time.  

[Albert and Simone are making out when Ernest barges in with a baseball bat.]  Ernest: Fuck you.  

[Albert pushes Simone off of himself and proceeds to dodge baseball bat swings from Ernest  aimed at him. Albert runs out of the room, and Ernest chases after him.]  

Scene: Camus knocks at Simone’s door, and Simone lets him into the remnants of an empty party hesitantly.  

Camus: It appears I am late.  

Simone: No, you got perfect timing.  

Camus: Where is Albert?  

Simone: I don’t know.  

Camus: Is he okay?  

Simone: I don’t know.  

Camus: What do you know?  

Simone: I’m scared of Ernest and scared for Albert.  



ACT III: The Damsel In Distress 

Scene: Albert is running down a suburban road while Ernest chases him, holding his baseball  bat.  

[Albert, running from the baseball-wielding Ernest, attempts to make a phone call but trips and  busts his skull.]  

[Ernest goes to Albert’s corpse and beats it beyond death. Ernest squats over Albert, placing his  mouth beside Albert’s deaf ear.]  

Ernest: [whispering] Now, listen, I’m not mad; in fact, I’ve never felt so lucid. What happened to me is quite simple; I suddenly felt a desire for the impossible. That’s all. Things as they are, in my opinion, are far from satisfactory.  

Scene: Albert is running down a suburban road while Ernest chases him, holding his baseball  bat. 

[Albert, while running, drops his phone but keeps going to keep pace ahead of Ernest. Albert is able to hop a fence and hide from Ernest.]  

[Albert can rest…Then, ex nihilo Ernest appears to suddenly and violently kill Albert with his baseball bat. Ernest squats over Albert, placing his mouth beside Albert’s deaf ear.]  

Ernest [whispering]: A sort of drowsiness steals on you, tickles you behind the ears, you feel  your eyes closed, but why sleep?  

Scene: Camus knocks at Simone’s door, and Simone lets him into the remnants of an empty party hesitantly. 

Camus: It appears the party is over.  

Simone: No, it has just begun.  

Camus: Are you flirting with me?  

Simone: You wish.  

Camus: Well, since that is not the case, where is Albert?  

Simone: Really good friend you are?  

Camus: I do my worst.  

Simone [grabbing a large kitchen knife and storms out her door, leaving Camus behind.]: Instead of asking questions, why don’t you go look for him? No, why don’t I look for him instead of being some hopeless object?  

Camus: Party of one, I guess.  

Scene: Albert is running down a suburban road while Ernest chases him, holding his baseball bat.  

Albert: [Albert abruptly stops and yells.] Wait! Wait! Wait!  

Ernest: [Ernest stops running.] Just me and you, Blanche. 

Albert: I think you’ve lost touch with reality.  

Ernest: I know you’ve touched my girlfriend.  

Albert: I’m not denying that, but I am not cheating on you, What are you chasing me down for? I mean, you shouldn’t be chasing down anybody. But I am not the issue with your relationship; I had no promises to keep. All I did was fulfill our desires.  

Ernest: Did you forget something? [pause] I have done nothing to anyone. [deep breath] And you fuck my girlfriend knowing she was my girlfriend, could you not have had an ounce of patience and waited till we broke up!  

Albert: My actions aren’t perfect, but they don’t justify this reaction.  

Ernest: You see, under the Napoleonic code, a man has to take an interest in his girlfriend’s affairs. [pause] I want my girl to come down with me! And certainly not with you.  

[Ernest lunges toward Albert and proceeds to beat Albert to death with his baseball bat.]  



ACT IV: Liberation Theology  

Scene: Ernest stands over Albert, ready to whack him with a baseball bat. Then, out of the blue, Simone appears and stabs Ernest repeatedly with her kitchen knife to the point of death.  

Simone [pulling Albert up from the ground.]: Albert, I am so glad you are okay. 

Albert: [in utter shock] What the fuck? What the fuck was that?

Simone: Don’t you see we can be together, now? Our obstacle has been overcome; Sisyphus has finally pushed his boulder over the hill.  

Albert: Self-defense?

Simone [grabbing Albert and kissing him.]: Don’t give yourself so much credit.  

SCENE: Ernest stands over Albert, ready to whack him with a baseball bat. Then, out of the blue, Simone appears and stabs Ernest repeatedly to the point of death. Simone then saunters over to Albert.  

Simone: You did nothing to defend me. I had to defend you, and you pushed me aside only to  defend yourself.  

Ernest: I don’t remember what happened; it all happened so fast. I have multiple versions playing out.  

Simone [using her kitchen knife to stab and kill Ernest.]: Maybe I’ll see you during the next universal dawn.  

THE RECURRING END

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