“The girls in body-form slacks wander the High Street with locked hands
while small transistor radios sit on their shoulders and whine love songs
in their ears. The younger boys, bleeding with sap, sit on the stools
of Tanger’s Drugstore ingesting future pimples through straws.
They watch the girls with level goat-eyes and make disparaging
remarks to one another while their insides whimper with longing.”
in their ears. The younger boys, bleeding with sap, sit on the stools
of Tanger’s Drugstore ingesting future pimples through straws.
They watch the girls with level goat-eyes and make disparaging
remarks to one another while their insides whimper with longing.”
– John Steinbeck