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By Jack Joseph Smith

In a street bar in Manzanillo there was this Mexican guy, probably in his mid thirties. He was tall and thin, and looked like a hard worker, He had the color of the sea and sun in his face the way it shows no matter of a man's race. He was drinking beer just like me, which was enjoy~ ably, Other than what I had seen for myself, I had no knowledge about the economic and political situation in Mexico, but the price was right, and the glasses of beer were damn good with a nice head. Sometimes down in Mexico, back then all through the slums, although now with the Americans, Europeans, and South Americans as well, you had to watch your mind spin away from men like the recoil from a snake. As in any American bus station, it was mostly just another hat trick coming over the short of one's horizon; now of course its drugs, with women being lost to even an excuse,

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AI Interpretation

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This page watches a man in a Manzanillo bar and uses him to think about labor, slums, masculinity, and the speaker's own drifting attention.

The page is observant in a guarded way. It begins with admiration for a man's weathered face, then broadens into a harder meditation on class, danger, and the mind's recoil. Beer, poverty, and itinerant masculinity all sit together here without being simplified into one moral.

Claude

A street-bar scene in Manzanillo. A tall thin Mexican worker in his mid-thirties, the color of sea and sun in his face, is a decent drinking neighbor. The page moves into a short meditation on how in the Mexican slums then as now a man's mind had to recoil from predatory hustles like the recoil from a snake.