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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

Romantic raincoats. Satori in Paris Jack Kerouac

Trust in god, but chain your Harley. Hanging art flower pot downtown next to the old Macy’s building, Missoula.

Bozo had a strange way of talking, Cockneyfied and yet very lucid and expressive. It was as though he had read good books but had never troubled to correct his grammar. Down and Out in Paris and London George Orwell

Isn’t there a black market someplace missing you? Aaron the ginger to Moaglie.

Tea was what kept us going. We took care to have a pot always stewing, and drank pints during the day. Down and Out In Paris and London . George Orwell.

BJ -> next rest 12/10 carved next to urinal at the first rest stop going West from Billings.