Katz Secret Past

True I suppose --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. How, then, am I mad? Hear me, and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story. And low and behold, it all started, when I was a young and spring, about twenty-one years old in human years.
I’ve been a close friend to Eustace Bagge, and if I’ve learned anything in that time at all, it’s that my future plans wouldn’t be easy. Eustace was a smart, devious kid. He always seemed to know what was going on, what he needed to do, and who he needed to “take care” of. His constant goal was simple: Be at the top, and kick anyone down who tries to climb their way up. He was respected by his allies, and more importantly, feared by his oppressors.
He did, like all the greater men today, have a weakness. You see, my recognition of him weren’t just restricted to his farm environment, where he conveniently work at. He would sometimes help me buy the most prestigious nightclubs and party houses. I watched him take rides along the bay in his motorboat, which is his brother's boat, he asked permission to drive around for a "Spin".
One day after I have been gone to Florida for a few days, I got a call from Eustace, saying that he just got back from home and wanted me to know that he is my friend for life, and that he'll be buying his father's home in the middle of nowhere. Even though I knew that house was far away from my hometown, but at least that, one day, I will meet him there.
Years later, when I began to become more adult than a child, I began a gambling streak in Las Vegas Nevada, and had been a master in Blackjack. When I had made enough money, I bought myself a nightclub called "The Scratching Post", which to be honest, is a front in the black market. You see, I needed all the money I can get, so I tried to sell things to people who just... Well, like to be the top dogs of the community. 
When I get the amount I needed, I went to my birthplace in London and opened up a business in construction, which is another front for the black market, even though I liked building a theme park there. Then opened a movie theater in Williamsburg, another front, opened a pub in Ireland, another front, and opened a antique shop in Tokyo, well you know the rest. 
I finally went to a town in the middle of nowhere and opened a motel there, and gave it my name, "The Katz Motel". The money I had left was just a bunch of hundred dollar bills, enough to open one here. Then, I was broke. Stuck with only a few dollars and coins to buy a stick of gum. I waited, and waited, and no one seemed to drive in the parking lot. Busy day I thought to myself. The only customer I got was Di Lung, and I barely even know the guy. The only slang word he'd use was "Watch where ya going, ya fool!" I kind of chuckled at that, because I used to use those kind of words myself. Brought me back to my childhood.
Then, when it began to pour down from the heavens, I was rearranging some glass jars full of brickle brack and bubble gum. Knick-knacks partially, but at least I could sell them for scrap. When I heard the door open and close, I heard the desk bell rang three times. I got up to see... my old friend, Eustace. Eustace looked… different. Not only was he an old man, but he also seemed to possess this odd, grim look on his face. No longer was he the rock-loving, energetic young man I first met all those years ago. Now, he was a wild donkey of a man. Even though deep down inside, I was quite surprised when I heard my old friend’s footsteps walking in and see me for the first time in years, however, it was not the reunion I had hoped for. 
I decided to hide my bewilderment with a greeting, maybe he'll remember the sound of my voice. 
"Welcome to the Katz Motel, I'm Katz. Would you please sign in?"
That's when I saw them. 
Eustace had a friend with him, a lady friend. She was beautiful, with curly white hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a smile that could make hearts melt. My attention was drawn to Eustace’s guest.
Who is this? A new friend? Why does Eustace need new friends? I thought I was his only friend? I thought to myself. This was going on inside of me in one, solitary moment. Questions bubbled inside my brain and didn't know what to think.
Then, my attention was drawn to their pet. A dog. I remembered having a dog bite my father in the leg, and had to amputate it off because the dog had rabies. But this wasn't the case. The case being, that Eustace had completely forgot about our friendship. The treasures, the moments we shared as kids, even though Eustace was older than me, he wouldn't leave my side no matter what. But Eustace had forgotten about me, but I never forgot him. I had a picture of me and him from a photo booth, and still have it in my room to this day. 
But how dare he forget about me and didn't say a single cheerful word to me like; "How's it going?" or "It's been forever"? He, instead, surrounded himself as much gimmickry as possible, having a woman in one arm, and a dog in another. He became, a tramp. And I didn't liked that one bit.
I snapped my fingers and pointed at the No Dogs Allowed sign on the wall behind me, and Eustace, seeing the sign, tied the dog outside on the porch.
I watched him enter his room with them, growing increasingly jealous. Here he was, standing high and mighty, with his new friends, except me, his one and only friend. And so by degrees, I decided to take the lives of the dog and the woman, I just could not stand being the third wheel of Eustace's band wagon. I went into the basement containing my latest experiment; giant, radioactive spiders for my latest front, a zoo in New York. 
"My loves, dinner has arrived." 
They looked thrilled, but I said, "Oh and by the way, your web is such a mess. Clean it up will you?"
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I watched him sleep in his bed, he looked so peaceful, like he usual does when I would come over to stay at his place for the night. I flipped the movable bed and he plopped in the web and spiders tied him up as what they usually did, which I didn't want anything to happen. I just wanted him to remember me. 
But that damn dog stepped in and as he was leaving, I had already shut the door. But the dog had thrown Eustace onto me, which I wanted him to be my own. But having him on top of me was defiantly Not what I had hoped for.
He continued to run around the motel, even stumbling upon my experiment. Eventually I cornered him in the deepest part of the motel basement, and decided to, "Toy", with my victim a bit. After playing a little sport with the dog, I knew he was defeated. I cracked my neck, and held him down by his neck. And after years of spending all my hard earned cash, suffered lonely days without anyone close to me. And, becoming as hollow as a tree. A smile began to creep across my face, and all of a sudden, a chuckle escaped my lips, then another, and another, until I was cackling and howling with laughter from inside my hellish confinement.
But, before I could finish him off though, I was suddenly knocked out. I didn't know who did it though, I was out for a couple of minutes. 
I woke up in the police station, under arrest for Torture, Insurance Fraud, and Attempted Murder. I was in prison for quite some time, then I was released for being a model prisoner. I still tried to keep my work afloat, but that damn dog keeps getting in the way. I still run the black market, but I don't know if I have the money to cover it. 
I still remember Eustace though... The name alone keeps me up at night, I just can't believe he forgot about me. In my island of Klub Katz, he tried to kill me after turning him into a wrecking ball. Heh, I deserve it though. I really did. But that doesn't patch up the hole in my heart. I miss him, but he never misses me. Guess I'm a lonely stranger then. 
I really wish he haven't forgotten me.
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