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[Gravedigger sits in a dark room, on a chair, wearing only a black pair of boxer shorts. A light above his head swings ominously.] “When I was eight years old, I became homeless. My mother was a drug addicted whore … Read More

“I’m pissed…” [Gravedigger sits against a tombstone, his head rested back.] “At myself.” [His melancholy reverberates.] “I wanna sit here and talk about what it means to be a man. That’s what I thought I was. Not just any man, … Read More

Beep. Beep. Beep A voice. It belongs to Gravedigger. “I fell into it. It wasn’t a choice of mine; I didn’t run away from home or succumb to desires and urges that led me astray. I wasn’t the only one … Read More

“I can’t do this. I won’t.” Flashback. The Slums. Gravedigger sits slumped against a brick wall, his eyes wavering into unconsciousness. His arm has a plastic strap tied around it, a plastic bag, and there’s a needle sticking out of … Read More

“I have this reoccurring nightmare.” Gravediggers voice echoes softly over a dimly lit scene inside a forest. The trees go for as far as the eye can see and the brush is thick and overwhelming. Gravedigger appears in the middle … Read More

Gravedigger sits against a chain-link fence, looking at a barking Pitbull that yanks on its chain, fighting to get at him. “In my youth, I came across a sight like this more often than you’d think in the slums. Dogs … Read More

A young boy sneaks into a circus. The size of it leaves him awestruck. The flashing lights, the glitz and the glamor, it’s a marvel to his young homeless eyes. The performers are a family. They’re synchronized and faultless – … Read More

THE MORTUARY – NIGHT An eerie fog. Tombstones as far as the eye can see. In the distance, the sound of footsteps. Gravedigger walks with a purpose, stopping at a grave. The headstone reads Carlos Quita. GRAVEDIGGER “Everybody’s got problems. … Read More

“Everyone fears the dirt.” “It’s natural. They know that once they come to rest within it, everything they are returns to the earth that surrounds them. Their bones become brittle and fragile, their flesh melts into the mud and their … Read More

Gravedigger stands in the middle of the cemetery, a shovel hanging over his shoulder. It’s a familiar sight. He walks away from the graves towards a deck chair sat at the front, taking a seat. “During the day, a cemetery … Read More