'You are my benefactor,' said Stan, 'expect a call tomorrow to finalize the claim.'
The cremation at the Hindu temple was more for keeping up appearances.
The doctor, a relative of Kumar, signed the death certificate.
Another cousin of Kumar's at the French Embassy smoothed the way, notifying Stan's family of his death.
They were sinking beers at a beach bar called the Spicy Clove.
The full moon began it's rise, casting a ghostly light on the white sand that was gently being caressed by small waves. And over the sound system, a 1930's jazzy number of Brown Sugar consecrated the evening.
'It couldn't have worked out any better,' said Kumar as a fresh evening breeze kicked in off the Andaman sea.
Stan didn't have to reply.
He was intoxicated in the moment.
One million dollars can do that to anyone.
The sound of glasses klinking, again.
'There's no reason why we can't do this again under my new alias,' said Stan.
Now there was an idea, lighted up Kumar.
'Then I can get all my teeth crowned in gold.'
Play on the greed, thought Stan, play on the fucking greed.
Greed, and Brown Sugar, everyone had his vices, and brown sugar was mine.
The cremation at the Hindu temple was more for keeping up appearances.
The doctor, a relative of Kumar, signed the death certificate.
Another cousin of Kumar's at the French Embassy smoothed the way, notifying Stan's family of his death.
They were sinking beers at a beach bar called the Spicy Clove.
The full moon began it's rise, casting a ghostly light on the white sand that was gently being caressed by small waves. And over the sound system, a 1930's jazzy number of Brown Sugar consecrated the evening.
'It couldn't have worked out any better,' said Kumar as a fresh evening breeze kicked in off the Andaman sea.
Stan didn't have to reply.
He was intoxicated in the moment.
One million dollars can do that to anyone.
The sound of glasses klinking, again.
'There's no reason why we can't do this again under my new alias,' said Stan.
Now there was an idea, lighted up Kumar.
'Then I can get all my teeth crowned in gold.'
Play on the greed, thought Stan, play on the fucking greed.
Greed, and Brown Sugar, everyone had his vices, and brown sugar was mine.
