Bench Seat (Autobahn)

By Neil LaBute

GIRL. It was just that he…you know, we were together for the
whole time, inseparable, really…and then come May of his
second year, like, maybe a week before finals…we’re up here
and he’s pulling the whole “different people” speech out of his
ass like it was Scripture or something, like no one had ever used
it or heard it before, and I should understand and let him go off
to do his poly sci thing as if we’d never spent two minutes
together… (Beat.) He brought me up here for a picnic and
laid that one on me over some cherry cheesecake. I
don’t even like Sara Lee, so fuck that, I walked home. Walked
my ass all the way back to my parents’ house, which is a good
four miles from here, as you know. But, hey, that was my last
trip up here, so maybe that’s why I’m just a teensy bit
cautious…