Satori in Paris & Pic

by Jack Kerouac

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.

Yet this book is to prove that no matter how you travel, how “successful” your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

AIN’T NEVER NOBODY LOVED ME like I love myself, cept my mother and she’s dead.

what a great way to start...

“Life is a sneeze, life is a breeze,”