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By Jack Joseph Smith

Pretentous No Life A good scene with no fine Their in sense of humor had the young Chevy guy bursting without sound in a shy smile, just loved to the center of attraction; I remember noticing this; and for a few moments actually became an actor for them; But then I became lost again, as I had been when falling. I only remember now how absolutely necessary it was for me to save the tequila. I had recognized through their laugh- ter that rubber was not a sponge, but I had pre- tended; gratful for their enjoyment making my clown acts larger than my mistakes; But the Prankster was lucky in Mexico. The next morning I woke up in the arms of a grandmother whose men she somehow explained had either been abandoned to the Army, or thrown to the thieves. She told me in So Many Words that she had come out of her back room with a mop, because through the crack in the wall she had gotten tired of watching me hold my mouth under the wiper catching drops of Tequilla one by one (from that rubber piece of shit;) I I rolled over on the cot; and hid my blotted face. Then I turned right back looking her in the eyes and asked her what had happened to the windshield wiper; She began laughing and elaborately explain- ing how her bored boys had had a great time making

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This page turns drunken humiliation into comic survival, moving from public clowning into a strangely tender aftermath in Mexico.

What gives the page force is the way embarrassment becomes narrative material. The speaker recognizes himself as a clown in the eyes of others, but the scene does not stay there; it shifts into the grandmother's intervention, the back room, the drops of tequila, and the absurd return to the missing windshield wiper.

Claude

The clowning curdles into self-knowledge: Prankster 'became an actor for them' then 'lost again', knowing 'rubber was not a sponge' but pretending anyway, 'making my clown acts larger than my mistakes'. The morning after he wakes 'in the arms of a grandmother' whose men were 'abandoned to the Army, or thrown to the thieves' - she had come out 'with a mop' after watching him 'catching drops of Tequilla one by one' through a crack in the wall. The handwritten header 'Pretentous No Life' / 'A good scene with no fine' frames the whole anecdote as both confession and self-verdict. This reading remains provisional because the marked opening and a few handwritten words still need closer review.