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Fuck Kerouac and the fucking Beats

If I were Karl, I would be bursting with anger at how this type of middle-aged man always seems to take up one's time and energy. It never matters to them how non-committal or uninterested you sound, they always tell you about their son's success at college or their daughter's wedding or simply let loose a stream of non sequiturs. I wanted to scream; instead, I nodded politely.