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By Jack Joseph Smith

We said goodby on the warf. His cowboy hat made alot of sum in the distance. I was determined not to let it interfer. Everybody who had ever written had done it for the past as I walked into death in a dream. Notice one thing. I remember nothing. It was a good time. Everything seemed a way of getting to the top. A guy from the cat house waved goodby. I complained to the Captain, about the strength of this man not allowed to come. I knew for sure the Captain hated long hair and I went below. So I wanted to be along anyway. My thinking was grow a beard and see Mexico as you move away.

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GPT

This page stages departure as both scene and self-invention, moving from dockside goodbye into the fantasy of crossing toward Mexico.

The prose is reflective but unstable in a productive way. Memory is admitted to be unreliable, yet the page still clings to vivid symbols: the cowboy hat, the Captain, long hair, the beard. Leaving becomes less a factual passage than a remaking of the self through departure.

Claude

A wharf farewell. The narrator and a cowboy-hatted friend say goodbye on the dock, everybody who has ever written has done it for the past as the narrator walks into death in a dream. The Captain hates long hair, and the narrator goes below. The closing thought is grow a beard and see Mexico as you move away.