THE BUBOBY Anthony ForkushAn apartment in San Diego. It is ramshackle with crap everywhere. In the middle of theliving room is a dilapidated Christmas tree. Oldies play on the radio.The bedroom door opens and Maddie comes out. She is a Hispanic woman who is prettyin spite of her poundage. She drops down to the floor and gathers some Christmas presents for her daughter, who is sleeping in the other room.She lights a cigarette and turns up the music. She changes it from oldies to hip hop, thento rock. She gets the phone. Turns up the volume some more then turns it down.The phone rings in her hand. She answers.MADDIE:Hello? Hey. Where are you? Oh yeah. You’re where? Oh yeah…no you got on the wrongfreeway. You gotta start over from the other side. Yeah, the other side. That’s the wrongfreeway. Okay where are you now? Okay, like, where are you now? Can you get off thefreeway? Just get off the freeway and get off on the other side. Yeah, the other side.That’s gonna take you back the way you came to the other side. Okay, call me back whenyou get here. Okay bye.She hangs up the phone. From the bedroom we hear the sound of her daughter callingBABY GIRL:Mama. Mama. Ah hah hah hah (she cries)MADDIE:It’s okay Iris (pronounced ee’
). What do you want? You want something? I can getyou something if you want it. What do you want? You want something?BABY GIRL:(cries) awww hawwww.MADDIE:(exasperated) God damn it. What do you want? I don’t understand what you want. Tellme. How am I supposed to know. Huh? Iris? What is it? Just tell me and I’ll get it for you. You want something?Maddie is laying out a line of speed. She picks up a straw and quickly snorts up the powder. Her eyes roll back into her head and she sags to the earth. She tries to get up andfalls down again. She picks up a beer she has been drinking and falls down again.