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Changes'a Many
NonFiction
 Created on 3-3-08
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It was about two in the afternoon with the roads cleared enough for driving and my older brother Rie had a call from his bank saying that he could pick up a paycheck from the state. He off-handedly asked if I wanted to take a 30-minute ride with him into the US and half-tiredly nodded, taking 'L.A Woman" music along for the ride.
After we arrived in town and he sorted out his business, he asked me which store I'd like to visit to buy some cheap ornament.
Nostalgia as a child in a candy store.
"Bookstore" I eagerly said with half-anxiety 'caus'a the swarms of folks lining the mall: The mall with the only bookstore in this massive city. In the bookstore I asked the clerk if she had "On The Road" by Jack Kerouac, the book to end all books for a lone writer looking for a spontaneous blast of freedom, creativity, and a recognized self told through spoken-word as the grandfather from Ago waves his hand to all students who want to do it.
Scoffing, my brother asked what I was doing with that book and he offered me his copy that he had back home.
HOT DAMN ON A SIZZLING SCORCHED SOUTHERN NIGHT!
All these weeks I'd been itching to read the words of this fine admirable show of wisdom 'n travels and here it was sitting in my older brother's own cluttered bedroom! To think I's gonna offer him 2 CD's outta my CD collection so he could buy me that book. Now this book's in my hands, it's in my hands and I feel a world'a changin' far past Jim Morrison, far past Bob Dylan, far past the late great John Lennon, Kerouac, Nietzsche and all the educational horseshit they'd been teaching in "English" class.
This year's somethin's different that no ones gonna be able to explain now 'cause they'd been too damn busy carin' bought little 'ol Jack in their hectic lives, stressed schedules and minutes o' cheap-farce and faux fun. Summer's waitin' and I'm waitin' for the sun with a pack of smokes and a mind aching for adventure of the universe.
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