"jack still didnt know what he wanted...i knew he was far too moody, too touchy, and too wrapped up in himself. perhaps this self conciousness was what caused him to write so well-locked up in his ivory tower of self, he could observe and report all the details of life outside. however his efforts to join in and partake of what he saw were generally disappointing, leaving him feeling threatened and thwarted."-carolyn cassady writing about jack kerouac.
do i look up to him because i am like this?
3:03 p.m. - 2003-06-03
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