Sunday 2 November 2008

Joke's on Me

Thankyou, Jack Kerouac
for showing me
the immense damage alcohol consumption can do to your psyche

Paranoia, self loathing, crippling self doubt

You trapped in a cabin at Big Sur, is the same as me trapped in my cupboard sized room.
Going slowly insane.
At least you had a Donkey for company.

Fuck this, I'm going on the wagon.
Maybe i'll like myself then.

3 comments:

She Likes It Loud said...

"Big Sur" is my fave Kerouac book. You're the first person to imply knowledge of it that I've seen. I live an hour north of where he drank himself to death, do I get a prize?

messandnoise said...

You do in fact get a prize.
Does his alcoholic death make it poetic?
Or did poetry lead him to an alcoholic death?
I can never make my mind up.

Reverb said...

That was in fact me, using the wrong e-mail address.