On the Road

by Jack Kerouac

With the coming of Dean Moriarty began the part of my life you could call my life on the road.

He was simply a youth tremendously excited with life, and though he was a con-man, he was only conning because he wanted so much to live and to get involved with people who would otherwise pay no attention to him. He was conning me and I knew it

How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears . . .”