xxx The Shark

This is the story of a man who never belonged anywhere, whose backyard is the world, whose ways of life are the dreams of escape for those who want action, but never find it. The man, John Steele, adventurer.

Ever feel boxed in, trapped, that life's got you by the throat and you've got to chuck it, pull up roots and get away, grab the sky, put your foot on the open road or blow your top?

Sure you have. We all have. And why don't you? Why don't you get away from it all afraid afraid to go let me tell you about one man who thought he wasn't in Bartholomew you know his name no it or not it's an even bet his names change something in your life the clothes you wear the car you drive the house you live

in or the furniture you bought the fillet Wayne Bartholomew rich famous successful and all his success due to change but they don't call it change they call a design, modern design, and Wayne Bartholomew was great. He was king, fashion king at redesigning.

John, why? Ellen, Ellen Bartholomew, Wayne's wife. I'd like to once. Now she was yelling, waving to me across the city street, waiting for the red light to change. Why? Mrs. Wayne. Mrs. You know my name.

What's the matter, Ellen? Tonight, you know, I want you to come. You're kidding? 730. Well, you know how Wayne feels about me. 730. I've got to run, John. Ellen, wait. I'm no big wheeled. I don't come to him.

The crowd swallowed her up like it was. Swallow anything and all I saw was a white club waving and fading like a little white plant. Then it was gone. And I forgot about her invitation to.