On The Road Page #2

But because somehow he reminded me of some long lost brother.

In the West, he'd spent a third of his time in the pool hall, a third in jail, and a third in the public library.

All my New York friends were giving their tired, bookish political or psychoanalytical reasons for being in the negative.

But Dean just raced in society.

I began to learn from him as much as he probably learned from me.

Oh yeah

Here's a cat who can really bend his girl, man !

Do you even know what we witnessed right there, Sal?

That tenor-man has it.

You see, he starts with the first chorus, then lines up his ideas, rises through his fate, and then suddenly, somewhere in the middle of the chorus, he gets it.

Everybody looks up and knows.

Time stops.

He has to blow across bridges and come back with such infinite feeling for the tune of the moment,

that everyone knows that it's not the tune that counts, but it.

"It-man", can I buy you that drink?

Make that three.

I'll buy you one.

Alright.

Thanks What's your name, man?

(laughs)They want to know my name !

There's some boys from work.

Hi, boys from work.

Howdy.

So, where was I?...

So there's this whore house.

There's this monkey at the door.

So you...

you place your bet in the cage, you know, and the monkey rolls the cage around, and the dice roll out...

And if you win, you get the girl for free.

But if you loose to that monkey, you gonna get your backside "bitched" !

By the monkey !

Now that's an evolution.

"Sodom andGorilla".

I ain't telling no lie !

That's cool.

So what is it like being with a white woman?

I always wondered.

I'd say it's like...

You never been with a white woman before?

(No...) Been with a white man.

Ozone Park, Queens.

Come in, man.

Memere !

C'est l'bon gars que j'tai parle.

Le chum a Chad, de Denver.

Howdy'do, Ma !

Hello.

You look just like her.

Come on, man.

Where's Marylou?

Oh, man.

We get into a big ruckus, so she calls the cops on me.

Then she whores a few bucks together and heads back to Denver.

Whoa, really?

Yeah.

You know, I'm planning on heading back, too.

When?

You know, soon.

Anyways, before I go, I absolutely have to learn how to write from you.

Well, I'm honored, man, but I...

Show me how !

Alright?

I want to learn.

Teach me.

Alright, then.

Alright, let's see.

"The cowboy thinks I'm some kind of genius.

He's leaning over my shoulder right now.

We gotta forget the Western stuff.

Turn ourselves into the Eastern jazz.

What about.

Hey.

I was walking down 125th street and suddenly I stopped.

I looked at everything in amazement.

It was like I'd just woken up from a dream that had lasted my whole life,

and I realized that God isn't somewhere out there in Heaven, he's right here.

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