Who I'd like to meet: Jack Kerouac:
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...
also
The ghost of Christmas past. Mr Magoo. Herman Hesse.
i'm staying in downtown madison. i'm sort of floating around. downtown madison is nothing like downtown LA haha. it's really clean here, and the bums are less scary. how's it going over there?
Victor, you sexy motha fucka! I miss the shit out of you! BTW, my brother really wants one of your jackets...how much? I wanna get him one for Christmas...
