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,
happy hike with my rucksack,
and they drive on.
If you should ever
stop using that smile,
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.
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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