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By Jack Joseph Smith

How's your beer Dandy? I questioned Dandy with a serious face. It's a pretty good keg. It? Is? A? Pretty? Good? Keg? Said Beaver, as he ran up behind Wendell Sabastian and pinched him hard on a side layer of fat. Mother fucker, Sabastian screemed. What the fucking shit is the fucking matter with your fucking ass Beaver. Just wanted to wake up your pouch Wendell. De de dum, de de. Where are the steaks, said Dandy. Murphy is going to cook them around evening time, I replied. Murphy, that fucking off can't cook. You shouldn't talk about Murphy's cooking that way. Fuck you, you ass hole. Well Dandy, after all, he is sort of sensitive about his cooking. Who gives a shit? The bum can't cook. I'll cook the steaks, said Young Ben. Ho ho ho, laughed Dandy. You just keep your fucking hands off the fucking steaks. I can cook stakes better than any one of you idiots, said Earnest the Adventurer. Back from Miami, with a fresh tan. Go dig a stone, you jagg off. The Dandy is cooking the stakes. That whole feeling of unreality began to pass over the area. I could see it com bining itself, and making us high. All the while Beavers friends from Notre Dame were arriving and taking their positions around the keg. I went over and began collecting my money, while the stake conversation continued. I was the puppet of my own image, as I gathered coins and engaged in absurdity. I returned to my little group, and asked.

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Beer, steaks, Beaver, Wendell Sabastian, Young Ben, Earnest the Adventurer, and the arriving Notre Dame boys turn the picnic into a noisy argument over who gets to cook, while Michael collects money and feels unreality settling over the place.

This is still comic, but it is already unstable, because the crowd is growing and the ritual of insult is getting more crowded and keyed up. Michael's line about being the puppet of my own image catches the way the gathering is starting to move by its own bad momentum.

Claude

The picnic turns to provisions and pecking order: Beaver pinches Wendell Sabastian's 'side layer of fat' to 'wake up your pouch,' and 'Where are the steaks' opens a contest over who gets to cook - O'Dandy dismissing Murphy as one 'that fucking off can't cook,' with Young Ben and 'Earnest the Adventurer,' just 'Back from Miami, with a fresh tan,' both shoved aside and told 'Go dig a stone, you jagg off.' The narrator names the mood exactly: 'That whole feeling of unreality began to pass over the area,' and as Beaver's 'friends from Notre Dame' arrive around the kegs he goes 'collecting / my money,' 'the puppet of my own image,' gathering coins amid the absurdity. One struck insult before 'can't cook' has no stable replacement and is omitted from this account.