They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve...– Jack Kerouac, On the Road. 1957 (via ellisdsamerica) (via libraryland, ellisd)
Sometimes when I’m tired, I think that everything is going wrong. Sometimes when I’m lonely, I think that I’m alone. Sometimes, when life beats me down, and I’m hurt, all I can do is breathe. So that’s what I do. I breathe…then I get up, and I keep going.
Creature of the Night
I looked down at my Chuck Taylor All Star feet as I sat on the boardwalk outside of an Italian restaurant on Waterloo road. I was 15 years old, and this was my place of employment. I was too young to get a work permit, so I could only get a job working a couple hours a days and getting paid under the table. At that time, I worked in the basement folding the pizza boxes. After I made enough...
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And now we reach one of the inner-most chambers. This is the place for the deepest of secrets, desires, and underlying motivations; all of which are commonly held to be, and often labeled as, unconscious. I spend a few moments surveying the chamber and its contents. It’s not as big as I thought is might be. Some of this stuff I haven’t seen for years, and some of it I would almost...
Everyone Dies Alone
Voice: Don’t do it, there’s no need. You always do that. Jack: Whatever. Voice: No, I’m serious. It’s a concern: you never just have your feelings hurt. Jack: What are you even talking about? Who cares. Voice: So then they’re dead to you too? It has to be the extreme? Jack: Yep. Voice: It’s sad. Jack: Why do you even give a crap? Voice: It’s curious,...
As I Drive
As I drive, I have time to think, to reflect. I think about why I started this fight in the first place. I remember sitting in a pub alone drinking a beer. I was not with anyone and not waiting for anyone: I was chilling by myself, and nothing was uncomfortable or out of place—I was just being. As I slow sipped the beer, I noticed the curl on the upper left-hand corner of the label. I smiled...
Connections: Part 2
Taylor: So what are you even doin here man? I mean, you seem all “Johnny Goodboy” and shit. Jack: What do ya mean, I am all Johnny Goodboy. Taylor: You wouldn’t be here, unless you lost or somethin. Jack: Yeah, maybe I am lost. What about you, you lost too? Taylor: Nope, I know jus where I’m at Jack. I know where you at too. Jack: Well enlighten me Christian;...
Tripping on the Spin
Jack: …They’re dull, that’s it. Voice: Dull like what? Jack: Just dull, not like anything—dull. Voice: Like what? Jack: Hmmm, well, OK I have it: When I was just a little guy, my mother took me and my sisters to the movies—I think my cousin and aunt Sherry were with us too, but that’s not important to the story. Anyway, it was an unexceptional pirate...
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Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art...– ~Honoré de Balzac (via iwritetobefree)