“Got one for you for free, Maury, good people here, very good people. Now, I got a hankering for one of them Merv’s burgers and you know what else, let’s see what the cat drug in. C’mon Maury, welcome to The South.” With a pat on the shoulder and a bounce in his step, Joe guided Maury and his friends over to Merv’s while regaling him with exciting tales of when the trio had been there before. The stories were hysterical and changed each time he told them. Variations on a constant theme instead of a concrete memory and as he would note as the night stretched longer and thinner: who would want a steel trap memory anyway? Means nothing can get away.
The crowd at Merv’s was a bevy of midnight workers and working-day prostitutes. Maury looked to the sign for neon guidance and found none and th
