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Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing. This we did. Jack Kerouac On the Road

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. On The Road Jack Kerouac

Unemployed Disenchanted Ghetto-Dwelling Misfits. Satori in Paris Jack Kerouac