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By Jack Joseph Smith

5 The night could get like white ivory with the litteral speed. John was bone rough, and knew his family was a polo game as a brain function. He could not explain the race he had already done except for the flying hair. His forehead, eyes and mouth were tight when he made the wind. Gibbons was always worried, but they would be alright because they were look alikes. Harry finished eating and went walking alone to see a young man named Hanch who's parents were always in Spain. Hanch was robbing banks on a drafting table and pissed off about the collord maid sweeping out the best burbon with the dust when Harry walked into the library. "Thought you were headed for the lower Ohio Harry?" "John had already finished off his bottle Hanch." "It's been one old hell of a tuesday Harry." "Life's short as a leach." "Now according to my family..." "Let's fuck your family for now with a grin." Hanch went immediately to the southern whiskey alone the shelf. All the movies of Earl Flinn and a fine track record were in him. "The real reason that my mother is such a bitch is that she believes in life after death." He took a curved glass to Harry. Harry handled it and then dropped back to a chair to slump back. Hanch poured. "Your doubts are indecribeable Harry. Why is Gibbons in the black car?" "Murf pulled out in the green. Gibbons went into the black. I ate eggs."

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Harry leaves the restaurant to visit Hanch, whose parents are in Spain. They argue about family and drink whiskey while discussing the rich and Gibbons's choice of car.

Hanch blames his mother's belief in life after death for her behavior. Harry ends by distinguishing Murf's green car from John's black one and recalling that he ate eggs.

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John drives the night 'like white ivory with the litteral speed' while Gibbons worries but trusts that 'they were look alikes'. Harry walks to the library of Hanch, who is 'robbing / banks on a drafting table', and over southern whiskey they trade lines like 'Life's short as a leach.' before Harry reports 'Murf pulled out in the green. Gibbons went into the black. I ate eggs.'

The page moves from a fast lyrical night ride to a talky, sardonic scene of two young men drinking in a house full of absent parents. Dialogue is clipped and deadpan, with Hanch's mock philosophy about his mother set against Harry's flat account of who got in which car.