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Fuck Sid and Nancy. Fuck Kerouac. He’s the only reason I wanted to stay in this shitty hotel.

i stayed there too

I would probably ask for that room if I ever stayed there. And wear my plaid shirt and lean there.

Amen. In another place, in another world, he would know me and we would be quite close, and on slow sunday afternoons I would show him photos of my favorite stuffed taxidermies wearing hats, and he would simply think-without so much as an utterance: I get her. But I’m also crazy….. ” This afternoon with you was something like a letter, The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you’re good to me, It makes me blue because someday it’s gonna end And when we pass on… I bet you miss your friends. ”