"Dear God", said Jack Kerouac. And them I came into him, and we fight and write together. Full of pain and live waving to get out trought these papers. And Jack, this desolation angel, are blessing me right now, when I write about one more girl who screw me up. Wow. writters who yel and drink til they're writing theses crazy words from deep of the heart right of the paper who makes these funny noises like PAPAPAPAPAPSAPAPAPAPAPA.And them, he try to make a poem. Poor young boy. You don't know nothing but you wanna know all.