Status Updates From Piers of the Homeless Night

This book makes no sense and Im done pretending it gets better

I was surrounded by three squad cars in Tucson Arizona at 2 AM as I was walking pack-on-back for a night’s sweet sleep in the red moon desert:
“Where you goin’?”
“Sleep.”
“Sleep where?”
“On the sand.”
“Why?”
“Got my sleeping bag.”
“Why?”
“Studyin’ the great outdoors.”

... a whole blank blue in their eyes that you saw, also a bestial cruelty hidden and the smell of the beer and smoke and smart smell of the cool inside plush cocktail lounge all that Americanness that in my youth had me get wild to be in it and leave my home and go off be big hero in the American romance-me-jazz night.

‘Kerouac is a victim, a VIC timm of his own i ma JHI NA Tion.’ Impeccable use of free will in spelling Jack im a fan

Probably the worst book of Kerouacs I’ve ever read, but I have to finish it now….

Sprawling and honest and full of words I’d forgotten existed