Big Sur Page #2

You can't get a ride

anymore, but, of course,

especially on a strictly

tourist road like this

or coast highway

with no trucks or business.

But the tourists,

bless their hearts,

after all, they couldn't know,

only think I'm having a big,

happy hike with my rucksack,

and they drive on.

If you should ever

stop using that smile,

how could the world go on?

We were gonna come down

to see you this weekend.

You should have waited.

Your mom wrote.

She said your cat died.

I'll go get the letter.

My relationship with my cats

has always been dotty.

Some kind of psychological

identification of the cats

with my dead brother Gerard,

who taught me to love cats

when I was three and four

and we used to lie

on the floor on our bellies,

then watch them lap up milk.

The death of a cat

means little to most men,

but to me, it was exactly...

and no lie and sincerely...

like the death

of my little brother.

What the hell?

Why bother grown-up men

and poets at that

with your own troubles?

Maybe you should

go back to the cabin

for a couple of weeks, huh?

Or are you just

gonna get drunk again?

I'm gonna get drunk, yes.

You can go back soon, huh?

Okay, Lorry.

Did you write anything?

We can drink to that.

It's still a cat.

I know he meant a lot to you.

You know that's

the way of things.

Hey, so by City Lights

bookstore the other day,

there was a workman out

in the front, you know,

hammering away with a

jackhammer really loud.

"Yahh. "

Right in the street.

And the psychic above the

studio leans out the window,

and he says,

"When are you gonna stop

making all that racket

down there?"

And the guy looks up,

and he says,

"You're the psychic,

buddy. You tell me. "

Did you write that?

No, I... I read it

in the paper.

Herb Caen wrote it.

Here's to Tyke.

I'll go give Lew a call.

Yeah, Lew, this is Phil.

Listen, I'm down

with Jack at the bar.

Why don't you come down?

Old Jack!

On the rocks, right?

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Drinking any less?

Unless we're drinking.

That we are.

Can I get one of what

he's having, please?

Hey, go play a record

or something.

Right.

Who's the kid?

Kid I met named Paul Smith.

He's a little scared

of you, I think.

He's a little starstruck.

Yeah, apparently.

Janie.

Yeah, you know.

Cheers.

Didn't know you

were gonna be here.

Good to see you.

Welcome back.

I'm glad to be back.

We missed you.

I'm back.

So what are you doing back?

What are you doing here?

I been hanging out at Big Sur.

Really?

Yeah.

Lawrence sent me down there.

You know where in Big Sur?

How was that?

Paradise.

Wow.

Thank you.

I realized the

unbearable anguish of insanity.

Big ministers of states,

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