Crooks Monologue

The light that shined in the barn annoyed me. Even the weak men of the barn were doing something tonight. Why did I always have to be the one left alone? The boredom of this place was getting to my nerves. I should’ve stayed with the guy I met at the Riverside Dance Palace. Surely, if I had stayed with him, I would be a star in Hollywood right now.
As I tiptoed towards the barn to have a little bit of fun with the guys, I could hear more clearly the voices of the men inside. The first voice I heard was Lennie’s. That deep, shapeless, voice that only knew how to say nonsense. Then there was a croaky, dead voice with an accent that could only belong to Crooks. A more quiet voice followed Crooks’, it was gravelly and gruff. I was sure that it belonged to ol’ Candy. Crooks’ home was extremely messy. His room consisted of a straw bed, on the opposite wall to the bed there was a square four-paned window. On the other wall, there was a narrow plank door. There was an old, rotten apple box with various medicine bottles. The bed was undone, there were objects that I couldn’t recognise all across the floor. Some things that I did recognise were some very sharp knives that scared me a little bit. As I kept looking around, I saw a fair amount of books jus’ lyin’ around. I wished I could read too, it would give me
I detected the alert in Lennie’s eyes. He must have been the one who broke it. He is strong enough for sure, and he had some bruises on his face. He made eye contact with Candy, an’ Candy quickly replied the same story everyone told, “He caught his hand in a machine.” I wasn’t stupid, I knew that he was lyin’ to me, so I told them so. They kept on trying to make me leave, and I was jus’ getting madder and madder. Am I supposed to be locked up because I’m married or somethin’? I can’t even talk to bindle stiffs now. I remember the old days when all the guys would talk to me. The men circled around me when I went to