Going my way?
The Travails: Kerouac Days
Months rolled by, an unexceptional sequence of days populating protracted weeks that stretched so far it strained my bloodshot eyes to look ahead.
There is really not much to report, except perhaps that I tore through Kerouac’s On the Road with a voracity borne of my desire for distraction. I…
Not coming back.
The neverending hunt for the perfect Nudie
Sandy. Scratchy. Abrasive. Yes.
Christ on a cracker. Mad copy.
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