(Were being silly, were doing poses, were snapping our fingers, were putting cigarettes in our mouths.)
W: Can we have all the cigarettes pointing to the right, and do this?
(Pointing finger to the ground.)
(The owner of the Green Mill comes out of the bar. He doesnt look happy.)
OWNER: What are you guys doin?
S: Actually, ah, were doing a hypertext novel.
S: Its a novel on the web thats gonna be free for everybody to read, sort of a promotional stunt for an anthology thats coming out.
A: These guys are all writers.
S: Theres a couple scenes in the hypertext that are set here.
OWNER: Oh. Well usually wouldnt you ask if its okay before you do that, or no?
S: Ah, yeah. Are you the guy, to ask?
OWNER: Well I own the joint.
S: Oh, okay. Sorry about that. Is it alright if
OWNER: Well, I mean, you coulda just walked in and said is anyone around we could ask somethin, ya know what I mean?
A,S: Sorry, Im sorry.
A: Whats your name?
A: Dave, Adam, how you doin?
OWNER (DAVE): Whats your last name?
OWNER: Did you call in to ask? No ones ever called, and I got people callin all the time, its just, I mean you do it that way, I see you got the light meter and all that, I dont give a shit if its just tourists but then you see somethin published or this or that and you think, Why the fuck dont those people ask? It just isnt polite.
S: Yeah, sorry.
A: I understand, sorry bout that. Im into your place. Ive been here many a time for poetry slams, jazz, whatnot.
S: We were gonna step in for a drink anyhow, so, ah…
S: Sorry we did that.
OWNER: Well its alright, just
A: I understand, I understand.
OWNER: Thats okay.
W: We think youll like it.
OWNER: (Laughing) Alright, cool. I dont even know how to turn a computer on so itll dial a telephone. But maybe someday Ill see it.
Trouble at the Green Mill