when i read “on the road,” i was 19 and it changed my life. it was as if the day i heard john lennon sing “come together” but on paper. i recall how young i was and how the words flew off the page in a rhythm that made me feel free. now i could do anything.
there are days i can do what jack did. but i don’t touch my old typewriters much any more, neither do i play my guitar. now i simply want to go back and be that young man again, instead of sit here and cry. my words, wasted trying to manufacture motorcycle parts on a blog that means less to me with each passing day.
f***ing motorcycles. who cares?
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