Jack Kerouac’s life, from my perspective, was just one big roller coaster escape love lust running after something you just can’t quite grab with your greasy fingertips, dusty road sunsets and moonrises and evergreen tree sparkling moments filled with adventure and whiskey soaked till the morning comes running after your dirty clothes thrown on the naked floor.
This website, these stories of mine, they are my roller coaster. My moments of reflection, of creative escapes trying to plot through it all. This is my dedication to my own writing and to the writing of the beat authors. When I have no words and my fingers won’t type, I will read, I will listen to their soft syllables. I hope to become so familiar with them it’s as if Kerouac, Cassady, Carolyn, Allen, sit around my kitchen laughing, smoking, they become my own dear friends.
This is my year with Kerouac.