A Postmodern Dialog
INT: ITALIAN CAFE, MANHATTAN - DAY
A small cafe, reminiscent of the old Italian
coffeehouses of McDougall street in the village.
The espresso machine is a tentacled hairdo of brass piping and
weathered wood. Behind it stands a 19-year-old, pierced
BARRISTA, cute. It's raining.
RABBIT enters. Disheveled, eyes baggy from one too many
martinis and 4 hours of sleep.