MAN

Hot damn, I’m throwin’ rocks tonight.

Mark it, Dude.

We are tracking in on the circular bench towards a big man nursing a large plastic cup of Bud. He has dark worried eyes and a goatee. Hairy legs emerge from his khaki shorts.

He also wears a khaki army surplus shirt with the sleeves cut off over an old bowling shirt. This is Walter. He squints through the smoke from his own cigarette as he addresses the Dude at the scoring table.

The Dude, also holding a large plastic cup of Bud, wears some of its foam on his mustache.