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moved slightly toward them, abruptness restrained. From the beer pavillions came the scent of cheap meat and fried potatos smelling garlic. An asphalt middle ages. The smell of fish was a mixture of rotten and fresh. Dead waste on the beach, some good markets and restaurants with the fish chilled, steamed, or fried. Animal had been with the volly ball play- ers for some moments before Blankname arrived. While engaging with his competitors he thought to himself, (business can not be a chore; it must be a mandate.) Beyond vanity through a secure physical power, while indulging in com- fortable conversations he did not want to make a mistake. Animal and Blankname would get to know one another. The mental human distance game was unavoidable; for Animal had money; and among the other men, Blankname wanted just that. Animal didn't enjoy competive games. When his mind went tight from the overplay of human in- treduction, he would run on the beach as an independent. His physical struggle was for endurance without man- ipulation. Deciding on a run, (from the Santa Monica Pier, south to the Pacific Ocean Park Pier, back to the Santa Monica, and one more time down and back; somewhere in the area of 4 and 1/2 miles;) he left his bag with the community wife, and walked away from the men down toward the coastline. Under the south opening of the Santa Monica he looked