Happy Seeing Sunglasses is a dark drama about a man named Warren, who is on the verge of madness. He talks to himself in a mirror, hanging on to his sanity.
WARREN: Hi, I’m Warren, hi…hi.
So, ah, there’s a ton of shit going on in the world. (beat) No, really. I’m serious. Please, don’t laugh.
I mean, there was a time I could remember playing on a sidewalk, when the sun would beat on my neck and I would be all alone, throwing my blue rubber ball at a set of concrete steps and I remember thinking how good life was.
I’m talking about when I was a kid, of course.
As I’ve gotten older, all the innocence of life has slowly been sucked out of me. All the things I found beautiful weren’t always actually beautiful. I mean, they were beautiful, like my mother’s laugh and the way she always loved me and kept me safe. Her intentions have always been real. That was beautiful but…
I was shielded so well, I was shown a life that didn’t truly exist. I realized it the day my Grandfather died. I was about nine years old. I watched him go. I saw inside his eyes. Nine. Death. That will change your perspective pretty quick.
I guess that’s when it began…the draining of my innocence because after that night, it was like someone took those happy seeing sunglasses off my face and gave me a giant nose bleed instead.
I grew up watching all the other kids being kids and I felt bad for them because of their innocence. They didn’t know what I knew.
Life. When you see it for what it truly is and what we truly are as human beings, when you really look inside of it…hey, will you really, really look? When you really take the time and see, hear, feel…feel, feel, feel…feel it all, when you take the time to do that…
Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t want to get all…it’s hard…some days it gets hard for me. That’s all. Some days I see too much. Be careful.
I hear such violence in the streets. There’s such an anger in the streets. People don’t smile like they used to in these streets.
People aren’t concerned for others in the streets. Everyone is fighting in the streets. There’s so much race, gender, religion and politics in these streets.
We all begin to see at some point, don’t we? Sooner or later, we become aware.
(pause.) What do you see? What do you see? Huh? Waaaaarrrrreeeen…Warren!
Hi, I’m Warren, hi…hi.