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By Jack Joseph Smith

eyes, galvanized only during the thought process of (I've seen this all before.) Coronel stood motionless, attempting a grin he caught the glance of Blankname; and shook his head casting down his eyes. The Boat House was doing well; but the whisper was that Blankname was falling from power through the lean of contract designed to keep realistate cronies from usurping his stance. At this stage it appeared he was keeping foothold only by giving at least verbal licence to old men long in the business of zoning tricks. Coronel's business was maintaining a functional life in it's hauling away of trash. Without much planning he was able to go out and find trash suitable for a money turnover at just about any construction sight in the Marina; Venice; and Santa Monica plastic deluge. Prankster was standing away from the crowd, back from the gang plank, waiting for Jaqueline and An- imal to set sail. He needed money to illuminate de- sireous thoughts fast making his mind a zone of pre- seures. He was itching to leave and get into a deal as he stood looking at the faces of Jaqueline and Animal tanned above the sun lit railing. So tight his brain, he believed it would be literally un- bareable if he had to wait another five minutes.

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The page returns to the harbor with a sense of unstable authority, pairing Coronel's weakening hold on his business world with Prankster's tightening desperation as Animal and Jaqueline prepare to sail.

Everyone here is under pressure from ownership, deals, and time. The departure is not romantic yet; it is still tangled in contracts, zoning tricks, trash money, and the restless nerves of the people left watching from shore.

Claude

The pierside crowd is anatomized through money and decline: 'Coronel,' eyes 'galvanized only during the thought process of (I've seen this all before,)' catches the glance of 'Blankname,' whispered to be 'falling from power' as zoning contracts keep 'realistate cronies from usurping his stance.' His own trade is hauling trash 'suitable for a money turnover at just about any construction sight in the Marina; Venice; and Santa Monica plastic deluge,' a portrait of the beach as salvage economy. Against this, 'Prankster' stands 'back from the gang plank,' nerves taut - he 'needed money to illuminate desireous thoughts fast making his mind a zone of preseures,' believing the wait would be 'literally unbareable' for 'another five minutes.' The page sets failing authority and itching greed against the tanned ease of Jaqueline and Animal at the railing.