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  1. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  2. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  3. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  4. PART 1
  5. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  6. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  7. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  8. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  9. PART 2
  10. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  11. PART I
  12. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  13. PART II
  14. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  15. PART III
  16. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  17. PART 3
  18. Gonzo 1 - The Great Shark Hunt
  19. PART 4

The door is locked, thank Christ -- but how can you say for sure in a place like the Hotel Ashmun? Especially on a morning like this with a mob of wild junkies locked out of the hall bathroom and maybe knowing that No. 267 is the only room within lunging distance that has a private bath. It is the best in the house, at $5.80 a night, and the lock on the door is brand new. The old one was ripped out about 12 hours earlier, just before I checked in.

The desk clerk had gone to a lot of trouble to get me into this room. His key wouldn't fit the new lock. “Jesus Christ!” he kept muttering. “This key has to fit! This is a brand new Yale lock.” He stared balefully at the bright new key in his hand.

“Yeah,” I said. “But that key is for a Webster lock.”

“By God you're right!” he exclaimed. And he rushed off, leaving us standing there in the hallway with big chunks of ice in our hands. “What's wrong with that guy?” I asked. “He seems out of control -- all this sweating and grappling and jabbering. . .”

Benny Luna laughed. “Man, he's nervous! You think it's normal for him to be lettin four nasty lookin Chicanos into his best room at three in the morning? With all of us carryin chunks of ice and funny-lookin leather bags?” He was staggering around the hall, convulsed with laughter. “Man, this guy is freaked! He doesn't know what's goin on!”

“Three Chicanos,” said Oscar. “And one hillbilly.”

“You didn't tell him I was a writer, did you?” I asked. I'd noticed Oscar talking to the man, a tall sort of defeated looking Germanic type, but I hadn't paid much attention.

“No, but he recognized me,” Oscar replied. “He said, 'You're the lawyer, aren't you?' So I said 'That's right, and I want your best room for this gabacho friend of mine.'” He grinned. “Yeah, he knows something's wrong with this scene, but he doesn't know what. These guys are scared of everything now. Every merchant on Whittier Boulevard is sure he's living on borrowed time, so they go all to pieces at the first sign of anything strange going on. It's been this way ever since Salazar.”