Cherry On Top
I decided to eat only half at first.
Good thinking. But I spilled the
rest on the sleeve of my red
DUKE stares at his sleeve, uncertain what to do. C/U of the
door to the men’s room as a MUSICIAN enters speaking in
What’s the trouble?
(also in slow-motion)
Well, all this white stuff on my
sleeve is LSD.
The MUSICIAN approaches and looks down at DUKE’S arm. A
Cut back to tight shot of door as it opens and a very clean-
cut, PREPPY, STOCKBROKER TYPE enters. He freezes in horror.
We cut to his POV. DUKE is standing in the middle of the
men’s room with the MUSICIAN hunkered down at his side…
sucking on his sleeve. A very gross tableau. The
STOCKBROKER slowly eases out of the room.
With a bit of luck his life was
ruined — forever thinking that
just behind some narrow door in all
his favorite bars, men in red
Pendleton shirts are getting
incredible kicks from things he’ll
“Would he dare to suck a sleeve? Probably not. Play it safe. Pretend you never saw it.”