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By Jack Joseph Smith

The helicopter landed. During the ride he had decided to return to the mainland; New York, no, L.A., it would be better. First thought, (I must go to the supermarket and pick up a brown paper bag,) Then the bank. Pearl Harbor; out of it; war ships, A pale copy of gothic stone set to sea, he turned away. He walked in a fast pace to downtown Honolulu, (Kalakawawa Bulvd; the fucking hotels, no,) The Los Angeles terminal. Through it into it's cement spaces he flaged for a cab. The cab was cutting down toward the flats of Lincoln Bulvd; from the electric hills. Venice California; summer, 1966. Nowhere is there not the sense to Animal that there is something important ending. Blur; Miamihonolulu, the United States needs an old world. Common between people; the weather, he thought he saw madness; old age? He walked along the beach, south of the Venice Pier. The plan for it was to go from wood to cement. The quaint homes were firm, and some handsome. The steady pumping of the oil diggers between property and directly on the beach. He had to laugh with the flash of the front lawn of Beverly Hills highschool, and its same sure indicator of L.A's incureable surrealism

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After the helicopter ride, Animal returns toward Los Angeles and Venice, reading American places as signs of an ending.

Travel logistics become cultural diagnosis. The recovered brown paper bag links the return to Animal's earlier journey, while Pearl Harbor, Honolulu, L.A., Venice, oil diggers, beachfront property, and Beverly Hills highschool become evidence that the United States needs an older world or a common weather between people.

Claude

After landing, Animal decides to return to the mainland, drifting between mundane errands and disjointed impressions of Honolulu, Pearl Harbor, and Los Angeles. Reaching Venice in summer 1966, he senses an ending and reflects on American rootlessness amid oil diggers, beach homes, and L.A.'s incureable surrealism.