A Monkey Shares a Beer

The monkey was dressed in gray sweat pants and a thick, long sleeved shirt with hart new york printed on it. We sat side by side on some thin zabuton cushions and leaned back against the wall. A beer after work can't be beat, the monkey said, wiping his mouth with the hairy back of his hand. Do you live here at the inn? Yes, there's a room, sort of an attic, where they let me sleep. Therer mice from time to time, so it's hard to relax there. But i'm a monkey, so i have to be thankful to have a bed to sleep in and three square meals a day.