Congratulations, you have successfully plodded through Part I. But before you move on to Part II, here's a little intermission. I wrote it the night before meeting the People's Kitchen. I was parked by the beach, turned parallel to the Ocean to get the good wind, during deep night. All was quiet on the waterfront, and through my car window blew the smells of beach campfires and surf. It's a sort of poem; read it in the typical voice of the Poetry Slam (nasal, forcing ironic inflections).

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