Morally indefensible – Disrobe your social self – What you reveal and conceal – Luck; residue of design.
I purchased On The Road. A 24 dollar book with miles of entertainment for my brain. I am on page 56; still in the introduction. A foreword describing the process of Jack Kerouac’s writing and publishing. His personal thoughts on what drove him. He was divergent. Something that people for the most part do not want to be. I believe it was natural to him. He was a product of Catholicism, jazz, travel and drugs.
To think in the fifties he was traveling from the East Coast, across the country and down to Mexico City. As my family, braved the pines and backwoods of the Whitehouse/ Westside of Jacksonville. Never for one second, dreaming, of leaving Blair Rd.
When I left my home and my family I had no idea I was following in the footsteps of the Beatniks.
Oh do I have stories.
They too – are divergent.
Fish Eye Farm 