.... a young man with tangled blonde hair was standing directly in front of him. The man looked as though he had just crawled out of a dumpster. He wore a tattered black suit that sported several layers of dried mud and grease. It looked as if he were in his early twenties. "Sorry to wake you," the man said. "But may I sit beside you. I need a rest, and this is the best seat in the park." The old man hesitated slightly and forced a friendly smile, "Of course." He paused as the man sat down, "Do you have a name, son?" The man smiled, "My friends call me Stan. And you...?" "Gregory McFinnly." He shook Stan’s hand firmly and suppressed a yawn. "Its a beautiful mornin ....

.... do that." I pulled away from the faucet and let the syringe fall into the sink. Then I rolled up the shirt sleeve on my right arm. I looked at my arm. I had tracks, needle marks, up and down my arm. My shirt sleeve had blood stains on it from the day before. I held out my arm and demanded "I get the first one and I want coke not watered down coke!" Doug pulled my arm close to him and inserted the needle in my arm. As I was shaking, he told me "Make this last for a while girl." I felt the dope hit me and ran out of the restroom. I was shaking and could not get my breath. I enjoyed this feeling although I knew it was not going to last. I could hear every sound outside ....

.... overview and job description, I was ready to work right away. Candy was also lucky enough to get hired as a nurse for $100 a month. I stepped into the bedroom and I saw about 25 kids sitting around a middle-aged man, listening to a story. As I stepped in, the story teller stepped over to me and told me what I had to do. Educate them and talk to them. That was it. I was getting paid $150 just to teach a group of handicapped kids. I sat down next to the story teller, Bob, and I looked around and carefully observed them. As I did this, I could see Lennie's face flashing in my mind. What was happening to me. Why couldn't he just leave me alone. I survived through my first day of ....

.... own country. She tickles me with her long nails. She scratches the back of my neck oh so gently. I get high off of this girls love so often. I met her at a symphony. She is very popular all the puppies of my society adore her. She has seen parts of the world that no one else has. She has been kicked out of this country many times. The dreams I have after I sleep with this woman are so incredible that it makes me a little crazy the next day. Why do my parents keep bothering me? I can hold my own now. I am mature, I am a man. I do get distracted real easily and my parents keep ruining my distraction, I am upset because of that. I have my own apartment in Santa Cruz, I live i ....

.... practically weightless, rigid Snickers bar and I smelled that sweet aroma of the sweet chocolate and caramel blend. Those chocolate covered peanuts and caramel were very tantalizing. Then we were allowed to open the wrapper. I opened it, careful not to rip the wrapper. The second it was uncovered, the sweet smell got stronger. That chocolate and caramel aroma was now increased with the glorious smell of roasted peanuts. Oh! How I longed to taste that tempting Snickers bar. The top of the bar itself looked like an ocean wave just before it crashes onto the beach. It was a perfect picture, frozen in time. It felt smooth, yet gooey at the same time. Then I heard th ....

.... so, instead of melting the chocolate pieces in the batter she just chopped them up in the batter, thinking they would melt during the cooking process. To her surprise they stayed very much intact See what happens when you do not follow the directions? Well, never the less everyone at the Toll House Inn simply loved them. In fact, they became so popular the recipe was published in the Boston Newspaper. The recipe was named the Toll House Cookie. One day Nestlé was going over their reports and they found that sales for chocolate bars rose rapidly in the Boston area. This was because the chocolate bars were the primary ingredient in the Toll House Cookies. When Nest ....

.... but was lost in the search for my tie. Coffee stained and still unwashed, I found it laying on the laundry room floor. I swore to myself to let Carolyn know about that. I walked into John's empty room, knowing he owned some ties. It was just as he had left it, I guess, because I'd never really gone in his room. I picked the red one he wore in his graduation pictures and slipped it over my head. I stepped into the bathroom, combed back my whitening hair, and left for the office. The early morning sun shone in through the broken blinds that I noticed hadn't been replaced as I asked. I looked over the pile of paperwork awaiting me. “Why the hell do I gotta ....

.... At fourteen, I left school to lead a wandering and adventurous life, so I thought. Jobs were hard to find but I was employed by the fish patrol in San Francisco Bay. Imagine hopping on every boat that pulls into the bay and counting the number of fish on board and having to write fines to the sailors that had too many fish. This sure wasn't a popular job in the bay area. I was smart enough to figure I could be on the other side of the law and rob and steal vessels so I became an oyster pirate. I had a real passion for the sea and so in 1893 I took a job as a common sailor aboard a sealing vessel that ventured as far as Japan. This lasted about a year. Wh ....