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By Jack Joseph Smith

Jaugeline was resting by the window at the front of the tavern where the bar curved to the wall. Meditating. Somber with her continuing hogira. The bartender was a black haired black eyed Ar- menian with a sneer sufficing that all but he were a deliberate member of one pack of crazies or another. But Jaugeline was of a different body of mind to him. She was a loner. No. still, for she was a wild weed, and firmly fool- ish. "Ah, there's no way getting around it, every character in this place is nuts except me. To know what's happening is a feat in L.A." "Blackie, your just another fliped out Armen- ian," was her reply. "Ah, your sweet Jaugeline. Rich too I hear through the nut vines" "I get along," "Those bucks make soul food off the street in L.A." "Listen baby; don't make a mistake; anything I get, I wiggle it out; and it ain't for love on any level of natural impulse." "Come on Jaugeline; you love the madness; you' re hav'en a good time."

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In the tavern, Jaugeline's solitude meets the bartender's coarse banter about craziness, money, L.A., and the pleasure of madness.

The page establishes the bar as a performative social field. The bartender tries to fold Jaugeline into his vocabulary of nuts, bucks, sweetness, and good times, while her clipped replies keep her resistant and self-contained.

Claude

Inside the tavern Jaugeline is read by the room as both allure and threat, with banter around her drawing attention toward looming violence. The page is the first full tavern scene to feature her.