Maury, the decadent lounge lizard:
“Decadence“,
the word crawled out of his mouth like a spider
Maury lit his two dollar cigar and struggled for a lighter in the pocket of his baby blue leisure suit
Tossed a cigarette stub that he incidentally found in between the cushions of the cheap red couch as he sunk in
“I prefer to say I have a general sense of exuberance for life ya'know?”
He tapped the ash of his cigar onto a cat that lay on the floor, which didn't even care to writhe – it sat stoically.
“Thats my cat, Cohiba Behike”
I grew uneasy and tried to express nonchalance
“He likes it” he croaked a laugh
“Cohiba is one exemplary animal – aint ya Cohi”
He said as he rubbed the ash into the cat's soft fur
There was an uncomfortable silence,
Maury sat up
“This hotel is run by my progeny you know”
he said brusquely
“The manager is my first, and the kid who cleans the pool is my godson”
I stared blankly,
“They are so goddamn effervescent, ya'know”
Maury let smoke slowly excape his lips and a tear rolled down his cheek
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