Unnamed Characters (The Guy on the Roof)

He sits alone on the rooftop, the morning sun slowly warming the shingles.

Since returning from his stint on the fringes he had found himself surrounded by flashing screens and social drunkeness followed by lost sleep due to a dark room spinning uncontrollably. He tries to focus but just keeps slipping into the same shitty old rut of redundance to which he swore he would never return. Back home, he's back home, he's back and he never left.

Company. "Hey man, where are you?"

"Hey."

The guy on the ground is looking around. "Where are you?"

"Up here."

Squints through the sunlight. "What are you doing?"

"Want a beer?" the guy on the roof says and tosses down a cold one.

Catches. "No, I don't want a beer. It's nine in the morning. What the hell are you doing?"

"You know. Just thinking."

"You're weird man, let's go."

The guy on the roof climbs down and returns to ground level, his feet hit the grass with a weight beyond his own.