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By Jack Joseph Smith
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-an) early morning ram by the-seas-The light was
coping out over the-city, and bending shadows $rém build ING S
across the-last streets before the OcwaNe Snjeal’ 4 ;
5 a : gone-t0 him asking where-Montreal was. headed Ais i 9ae Mork! MWe
Now they strolled along Lincolm Bulvd, walking
south, Montreal was headéd‘on, througl the -sear
townssof Southern Californias Venices around the
Marinay down through the-smiling violence of Man=
hatter Beach, Rodondé and’ the Carnival feeling all
the-way to Orange: Coynty, where the-plastia state
of mind: withers: life into excepting: fresh: bills: off
the presa as:a-middle aged faces
"Where -are-you headed," asked’ Animal,
"Mexies for nowy" Montreal replied’ showing his:
teeth with a emile, and'then locking dowm
Lineolir Bulvd. was a long polished’ junkyeards
The shack businesses -were-the exerior paint of
oranges yellow, blue, with attempts at golds A
pale-face opening an oetasional cafe! peered a
slightiy sidéway glance, He would’ have-thick bl4ck pa Dp
spreading back off a-low forehead, His eyes
would be-squinted, ,and ‘his women wouldn't be
up yet. The Yesterday's: paper turned’ to trash: .
crossed the street sailing in its: thin oblivion
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