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She spoke perfect English, but with a lovely curved and full-mouthed tropical density that parted the atmosphere into octagons.
Baby Driver: A Story About Myself (1981)
Next door lived Lucy Crook, an old lady in an even older house surrounded by craggy plum trees. Plums would fall on the ground and rot there, making a wonderful smell of purple earth ferment that stained the air of our street.
Baby Driver: A Story About Myself (1981)
Was it January or February? The coconut fronds waving, shining like green hair in the sun, gave no clue. I sat in the window of our thatched house in Yelapa, not even a dot on the map below Puerto Vallarta, staring out through puffs of tiny afternoon flies.
Baby Driver: A Story About Myself (1981)
I read [On the Road] all in one night instead of ringing for a Seconal. And I was happy to know that my father’s thought patterns were so similar to mine. Also, now that I had a picture of what he’d been doing all this time, all over the country, it made more sense that he hadn’t had the time to be fatherly.
Baby Driver: A Story About Myself (1981)
Sometimes I did things for no reason whatsoever except that they were there to do, and it went no further. I drifted into scenes through an open door and happened to stumble through, staying until I leaked out. I had no goals, so I stabbed in the dark figuring I'd strike something solid sooner or later if I didn't die in the process.
Baby Driver: A Story About Myself (1981)