Chili fries and cigarettes.
Dope, jazz, more dope.
One more, no two more beer…
Too much beer.
And Kerouac writes on page 28*
“My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.
I’m a wretch.
But I love love.”
But I love love.
What time is it in Italy?
*Satori in Paris ~ Jack Kerouac
North of the Sunrise 
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