Still I'm in this funk. What a funk. Miserable funk.
I bought a copy of "On the Road" by Kerouac. I've never read anything by Kerouac, which is probably unexpected for an admiring writer in New Jersey with a leaning toward the drug-culture and works by writers on the lam.
So, I went to a poetry reading for
this book at my school. By far the
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