Met a beautiful dark-skinned girl at the library and bought her a hot dog for lunch. She’s a native Pittsburgher but doesn’t know much about her city. In fact, she seemed to have an especially weak mind for detail and accuracy of every kind. She wasn’t

Today spent half an hour with a very pretty, very friendly Italian girl. We waited for the NJ Transit together in New Jersey, then rode together into Manhattan, then downtown on the E train. She’s a grad student at NYU in whatever program it is where you help physically

At the airport (as I departed for Missouri last month). A man and two women, presumably mother, daughter and son. Very high-strung New Yorkish Latin trio, black hair, olive complexions. Guy overweight, panting, a little sweaty. Sister dressed a bit trampy, a short tight skirt, a pair of traffic-

In the laundromat tonight, a young man in ragged bluejeans and red flannel shirt—the buttons off by one, making diagonal slants down his shirt. A half-shaven face. His blonde hair a pile of straw, awry, like a broom that’s been jabbed into many corners, A cigar fat

A Presidents’ Day Monday morning in the first-wait room of the plasma donation center. Here to make ten bucks. Ten or so waiting donors who look like low-lifes: longhaired teenage boys in dirty jeans and beat-up tennis shoes, poorly-fed women with yellow complexions and stiff, sticky