What Does Your Life Teach You About Becoming a Writer?

I hadn't been living on Glenville Avenue with Giff, Nick, and Paul very long when a girl who'd recently graduated from Boston University in physics-and with whom, clandestinely, I'd been prowling around, and I'd been having vague imaginings of what it would be like to steal her away from her new husband, a jazz student who went to Berklee-slipped into our apartment one night and sat down on my bed.