On The Road Page #3

Yes.

In the dirt.

He's an ape like us.

Buh.

And I shambled after as usual, as I have done my whole life, after the people that interested me.

'Cause the only people that interest me are the mad ones.

The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn and say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like Roman candles across the night.

BUS TRAFFIC ANNOUNCEMEN ... service from Albany and Poughkeepsie...

is now arriving at door number 3...

Come on.

Yes, Ma'am.

Where did you get the suit?

Come on, guys, concentrate.

Let's see.

For you.

And I'll keep this one.

Sal, Sal, Sal

I'll miss you guys.

To the West-orooni !

To the West-orooni.

Don't forget to write, Carlo.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do !

I will.

Alas, alas, Sal.

It's not me, I'm drunk.

But my soul talking direct soul language, so to speak, to my deepest blood brother and holy goofthat's you.

And to be formal and analytical about it, let me objectify the characteristics I miss the most of you.

Number 1 your conversation.

Number 2 your brotherly smile, man.

But I shall go on, so to close and get the gist Denver waits for you.

Carlo in his damp grotto and clowned misery to use a paradox of expression waits for you, so get on it !

Be quick and hurry to me, no delay.

Long dash.

Bring Paradise to Denver.

Bring Paradise to Denver.

And I love you as ever.

Dean.

Drunk.

With the coming of Dean Moriarty, began the part of my life you could call "My life on the Road".

Before that, I'd often dreamed of going West always vaguely planning but never cutting out.

I was a young writer, trying to take off.

Dawson County, Nebraska.

Now what species are you?

Traveler.

I appreciate the lift.

... It might be your last !

I'm freighting dynamite.

You looking for that toe?

They amputated it this morning.

You can't smoke, but you can drink in this car.

Alright Thanks.

"Follow me, I'm right behind you.

" Did it hurt?

I don't recommend it !

voice of (low) Shoot I gotta take me a piss.

A truck with a flat board at the back with about six or seven boys sprawled out on it.

Piss call.

Woo-ee !

Here we go !

-yelled the kid in the baseball cap.

We been riding this son of a b*tch since Des Moines !

These guys never stop!

Every now and then you have to yell for piss call, otherwise you have to piss off the air and hang on brother, hang on!

Denver, Colorado

Thanks a lot, guys

N IN THE STREET (low) I know, it's.

I hope you're not paying rent on this place !

(laughs)Oh, my angel-headed Sal is here at last !

Good to see you.

You, too.

So, what are you doing?

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