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By Jack Joseph Smith

through it to the North. The wood poles as pillars were wound in places with black sea- weed. It was dark and cool. The cellar of the beach. A place for mischief kids, and underworld characters. He turned for his run. Now inland toward downtown, on the lower Al- ameda street factory section, Friday; 3:30 in the afternoon. Ducommon Metal and Supply. The buzzer; time to go home. The Collonell is rest- less. Soon he will marry. To many bums of late he has been supporting. He must get out of the factory. He will have his own business. (What is the way out?) Trash hauling, and then slow- ly build up into construction. He knows plenty of street and bar people. Good labor force. Get some trucks and tools; pay the workers on the line. Make bids stick close to the weeks. But first; a backer. Thinking first, (I've been working like a mother fucker) he began to talk to himself walking out of the dark noise, "Shit, Goddamm son of a bitch. Work, work; for what? Am I stupid? Work; get drunk. Take care of the lost crazies. I can't even get a cold beer

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The cellar of the beach gives way to the factory world, where the Collonell imagines escaping labor through hauling and construction.

The page moves from the pier's dark underworld into industrial resentment. The Collonell's fantasy of trucks, workers, bids, and a backer turns work into both trap and imagined exit, while his profanity keeps the pressure bodily and immediate.

Claude

Under the pier the wood poles are 'wound in places with black seaweed,' 'The cellar of the beach. A place for mischief kids, and underworld characters,' and Animal turns 'for his run.' The narrative cuts inland to 'the lower Alameda street factory section, Friday; 3:30,' 'Ducommon Metal and Supply,' where the buzzer sounds and 'The Collonell is restless.' He plans to escape - 'Trash hauling, and then slowly build up into construction,' tapping 'street and bar people' for a 'Good labor force,' but 'first; a backer.' He curses his way out: 'I've been working like a mother fucker ... Work; get drunk. Take care of the lost crazies. I can't even get a cold beer.'