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By Jack Joseph Smith

his liquid juggling throat. Kiss that guy's ass goodby, when they get home, said a business man somewhere from the table. What are they talking about, I expressed by asking for everyones cherry and getting what I wanted in the confusion. I always knew that they didn't really want to give up their cherries. The martini man dropped his olive in his mouth as though he wished he had the talent to balance it on his nose. Martini men dropping olives in their final mouths was always the signal it seemed for the closing of the girly shows. Now that the money men were warmed up, out came entertainment for everyone. And who was always the drawing card during the entertainment for everyone? Me. But of course. Me. For I was in the middle of everyones soul. They were all so kind to make my mother smile away a wrinkle. Introducing, ladies and gentlemen. There he was again, leaving the martini man in disgust and me waiting for the sacrifice. Gentlemen and ladies. I caught him. He said it backwards. Introducing the great, and it was for sure the changing man of my weekend nights in his cape again, Felix. What Felix? Felix is a cat mom. Shush. He moved in a straight line, like a silver dagger; and I forgot his name, when he bowed to my curiosity. It never took the magician men very long to come to me. Their black eyes would peer acroos the many tables, and they would come as if cutting through the uncertainty of winding alleys. Is he ready for deliverence, was the question on their immoveable faces. He was looking over the heads of those at my table and smiling with his eyes thin and his lips barely moving into the flesh of his face. I watched him eveningly; feeling very good about his overpowering presence. With him, my sacrifice would be as free as the robes drifting from his shoulders. I didn't feel so good about all the magicians.

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GPT

When the girly show closes and the money men want a new act, the child becomes the center of nightclub attention again as a caped magician advances on him like a chosen sacrifice.

The cherry-taking and olive-dropping keep the room comic, but the emotional turn is toward surrender, because this magician feels commanding rather than merely flashy. The child wants to be taken over by that presence, which makes the act feel closer to initiation than entertainment.

Claude

As the evening loosens, the narrator collects everyone's cherry, watches the martini man drop his olive, and becomes 'the drawing card' of the entertainment; a magician called Felix is introduced ('What Felix? Felix is a cat mom. Shush.'), and the child describes how magician men always find him across the tables, one smiling at him with an 'overpowering presence'.

The page turns the nightclub into a ritual in which the child waits 'for the sacrifice', blending theater, religion, and seduction. His attraction to the magician's power sits uneasily with the closing admission that he 'didn't feel so good about all the magicians', leaving an undertone of danger around adult attention.