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acknowledgement of a money maker, while the after- pain was most always about what never got said. Now his eyes were far away and faded. Tonight he had an engagement to sing at a fallen bar bought for a young lady by a movie star with death in his nearly last eyes. The star's death had closed an era of at least a small circle; and the young lady was not so young anymore even in her mind or ways. Jiven Joe would break his engagement, and in- stead hussle some stuff for a different type of salesmenship; For he knew that anyone can die from making a mistake; but he could control the existence of his never being in prison again. Picking up to his stride, Jaugeline had wound through the curves of Brentwood's Sunset Bulvd. The Madrone and E. were like flakes of treed re- asonableness at the end of a world centered at the strip, limbed through the plateau's of Bev- eraly Hills; branched trimmed by men upon the elite American Spanish riser canyon's, and dead dying as twigs a thousand yards before the cliffs by Safeway stores and patronage unlimited. The motion of them walking down to the Santa Monica bars had been carefree. There had been waves and the offer of rides; but to one another they were certainly cleaned from cars. Passing