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"I'm a drunken stinkin' mess man, I'm forlorn and sullen, I
am like a crazy roller coaster at times going back and
forth..."
More about Jack
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Messaging Off[Restricted to Jack's friends] |
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Occupation:
Writer
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Hobbies and Interests:
Writing, Taking Drugs, Marrying Women, Writting Books on Speed On One Continuous Sheet of Paper, My Mother, My dead brother Gerard, Neal
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Favorite Books:
On The Road ... of course! anything by Dylan Thomas. Stuff by my friends: Allen Ginsberg, Neal Cassidy, William Burroughs, Diane DiPrima, Michael McClure, Japhy..oops i mean Gary Snyder, Gregory Corso, LeRoi Jones
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Favorite Movies:
Pull My Daisy, anything by Cassavetes
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Favorite Music:
Jazz, Be-Bop, Blues
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Favorite TV Shows:
Steve Allen
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About Me:
I'm a drunken stinkin' mess man, I'm forlorn and sullen, I
am like a crazy roller coaster at times going back and
forth at incredible speeds, like the cross country road
trips of my youth, like the insane beauty of a trumpet or
a bass. Thumpin' thumpin'...rrrrrrrippppp! and dig it man
because no body knows what's going to happen to anybody
else man. All this I say as I sit and watch the muscles
ripple in Neal's beautiful tight fitted shirt.
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Who I Want to Meet:
A nice girl, a nice Catholic girl, someone who I can
settle down with and who will take my mind off of Neal,
the father we all lost.
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beautiful smoke-weathered face?
my hump? Smart did go crazy!
the local Catholic all-girls middle-
school down the street.
life and make them my own i know
exactly which ones they'd be.
led me to buddhism, you led me to the
road, and by those you led me to life.
Everytime I drive through Patterson I
look for you and Allen, but the two mad
gods of thought are gone and that city
is dead. I still hope to find you
someday, probably in some pisshole of a
Mexico City taquilla shack. Maybe
you're not there either. Maybe you
really are dead. Well, Jack, death is
just a different road and one we all
journey down alone in saintly silence
beneath the stars. God-speed.
were wearing a hawiian shirt like
some kind of total asshole. Who the
fuck did you think you were? Hawiian
shirts= GOON
just here asking for you. I told her to
fuck off.
really said what I felt