I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...

women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;

you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,

We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this

On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...

Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...

there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me

Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?