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By Jack Joseph Smith

In a street bar in Manzanillo there was this Mexican guy, probably in his mid thirties. He was tall and thin, and looked like a hard worker. He had the color of the sea and sun in his face the way it shows no matter of a man's race. He was drinking beer just like me, which was enjoy- ably. Other than what I had seen for myself, I had no knowledge about the economic and political situation in Mexico, but the price was right, and the glasses of beer were damn good with a nice head. Sometimes down in Mexico, back then all through the slums, although now with the Americans, Europeans, and South Americans as well, you had to watch your mind spin away from men like the recoil from a snake. As in any American bus station, it was mostly just another hat trick coming over the short of one's horizon; now of course its drugs, with women being lost to even an excuse.

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The narrator describes sharing beer with a man in a Manzanillo bar, admits little knowledge of Mexico's politics or economy, and recalls caution around strangers.

The narrator judges the encounter through physical appearance and the price and taste of beer. The later account of drugs and women belongs to that speaker's perspective.

Claude

Typed prose set 'In a street bar in Manzanillo', describing 'this Mexican guy' who 'had the color of the sea / and sun in his face', and beer that was 'damn good with a nice head'. A second paragraph warns that 'you had to watch your mind spin away / from men like the recoil from a snake'.

The narrator admits having 'no / knowledge about the economic and political situation', so the scene is an outsider's impression. Its later views on drugs and danger are the narrator's opinions, not checked history.