The Blonde on the Street Corner

She took a final drag at the cigarette, flipped it away, and said, I don't get this line of talk. It's way over my head...Maybe you're waiting for some dream girl to come along in a coach drawn by six white horses, and she'll pick you up and haul you away to the clouds, where it's all milk and honey and springtime all year around. Maybe that's what you're waiting for. That dream girl.Maybe, he murmurmed.And then he looked at the blonde. His smile was soft and friendly and he said, I guess that's why I can't start with you. I'm waiting for the dream girl.But the dream girl does not come. In the meantime Ralph must deal with the yearnings of everyday life and take what he is offered.Written in 1954, The Blonde on the Street Corner is full of the passions and desires that are the hallmarks of a David Goodis novel.His books are a lethally potent cocktail of surreal desription, brilliant language, cracker barrel philosophy and gripping obsession. - Adrian Wootton