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The barrel script

“They found him in a barrel, and when I seen it on TV, I said, ‘Goddamn, I know him,’ ya know?”

I heard this phrase while at my in-laws’ house in North Liberty, Indiana. The speaker was Kirk Beaver, a friend of the family who had just learned of the death of an acquaintance on the news.

“Craig! You’re not late. Technically, you’re almost on time, but close.”

I heard Student Government Association Vice President Leah Klopfenstein say this to an SGA justice before an SGA meeting started Friday.

“It’s not only helping the community and environment, but it’s also helping the IUSB community too, because it’s the river that we see from campus.”

I heard SGA Senator Andi Trowbridge say this to a student who was at the SGA meeting Friday to request money for an event during which her group would clean the river.

“They’re, like, sending somebody to teach us what we’re doing. So, like, we’re not just going to, like, pick up trash. Like, they’re going to teach us, like, what we’re seeing.”

I heard that student, Breezy McCall, say this during the same conversation.

“Well, I got home yesterday, and had to go take my daughter running her errands. Then I came over and got something to eat, went to the pep rally, went to the volleyball game, and then she wanted to go go-carting.”

I heard this phrase while waiting for a source to meet me in the Grill. The speaker was Rhonda Redman. 

The Barrel

by

Ryan Lohman

EXT. A BACKYARD BONFIRE – NIGHT

KIRK, sitting, reaches for a pack of cigarettes in the left breast pocket of his flannel jacket while the others, grouped in a circle around the bonfire and all staring at him, wait quietly for him to start talking. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack with his lips, lifts a lighter to his face and starts talking. The cigarette bounces up and down as he speaks.

KIRK

They found him in a barrel, and when I seen it on TV, I said, “Goddamn, I know him,” ya know?

GRETCHEN

Who? Who did they find in a barrel?

KIRK lights his cigarette, takes a drag and squints his eyes as he responds, pointing the two fingers that now hold the cigarette at Gretchen.

KIRK

You knew him, too. The auctioneer, ya know? The guy at the sale barn who’s always been there since we was kids.

GRETCHEN

I never knew an auctioneer.

KIRK

Well, maybe you didn’t know ‘im as an auctioneer, and all, but you knew him. He was way older than he looked, had jet-black hair and perfect teeth, but they was both fake.

GRETCHEN nods furiously while holding her right hand up with her palm facing KIRK as if batting his words from the air.

GRETCHEN

Yeah, I know him. Well, I knew him now, I guess. How in the hell dee end up in a barrel?

KIRK

They don’t know. Just found ‘im that way tonight. Gonna go lookin’ for his car. It’s missin’.