For the fog to burn off, and for something else this time, somehow, to be there instead. For a restless blonde in a Stingray to stop and offer him a ride. Accordingly, in The Cendor MOPU the phrase 'inherent vice' lost its purpose both as an exclusion clause in s.55 of the MIA 1906 and in the standard Institute Cargo Clauses. For the CHP to come by and choose not to hassle him. The chapter provides a broad summary of the important elements of perils of the sea, inherent vice and causation in marine insurance law. Then again, he might run out of gas before that happened, and have to leave the caravan, and pull over on the shoulder, and wait. Tell anymore in the fog who was Mexican, who was Anglo, who was anybody. Maybe then it would stay this way for days, maybe he'd have to just keep driving, down past Long Beach, down through Orange County, and San Diego and across a border where nobody could He knew that at Rosecrans, the freeway began to dogleg east, and at some point, Hawthorne Boulevard or Artesia,he'd lose the fog, unless it was spreading tonight, and settled in region wide. He figured if he missed the Gordita Beach exit, he'd take the first one whose sign he could read and work his way back on surface streets. “Doc fell in to a car convoy, moving slowly, single lane through the fog. 'Gee,' he said to himself out loud, 'I dunno.” Was it possible, that at every gathering-concert, peace rally, love-in, be-in, and freak-in, here, up north, back east, wherever-those dark crews had been busy all along, reclaiming the music, the resistance to power, the sexual desire from epic to everyday, all they could sweep up, for the ancient forces of greed and fear? If everything in this dream of prerevolution was in fact doomed to end and the faithless money-driven world to reassert its control over all the lives it felt entitled to touch, fondle, and molest, it would be agents like these, dutiful and silent, out doing the shitwork, who'd make it happen. They went out to collect cash debts, they broke rib cages, they got people fired, they kept an unforgiving eye on anything that might become a threat. Doc Knew these people, he'd seen enough of them in the course of business. Like the operatives who'd dragged away Coy Harlingen the other night at that rally at the Century Plaza. “This seemed to be happening more and more lately out in Greater Los Angeles, among gatherings of carefree youth and happy dopers, where Doc had begun to notice older men, there and not there, rigid, unsmiling, that he knew he'd seen before, not the faces necessarily but a defiant posture, an unwillingness to blur out, like everyone else at the psychedelic events of those days, beyond official envelopes of skin.
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