He had this nasty habit of pulling out a little notebook in the middle of a conversation and jotting down, as he said, "story ideas.” Later on, after I'd transferred to S.F. State and taken his writing course, he asked me if I wanted to read his first draft of Wake Up, Stupid! I kept it for a week and returned it to him at the next short story seminar. I only read the first paragraph. After that, I was no longer afraid of the intellectuals. I knew I could tell a better story.