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Off the Road |
| I really should
be asleep, but I was surfing the web and stumbled upon a site which had
an old Herb Alpert album cover on it. I should have written down the
title since I have already forgotten it. Anyway, it made me think
of my childhood since I remember that album from my dad's collection. I don't know why, but my thoughts then jumped to
On the Road, you know,
that Kerouac novel. The first time I read it, it was so cool.
It was like opening up a new world of possibilities. I didn't have
to stay in my hometown, and get a regular job and live a regular life. I would go on the road. I'd find adventure, and sleep with
weird hippy chicks. I dropped out of college
mid-way through my sophomore year, the plan at the time was to get a
job, earn enough to buy an old pick-up truck and head west. I
figured that I could camp in the back of the truck. Its been so
long ago, I've forgotten the rest of the plan. I'm sure I had one,
I had plans for everything at that point in my life. I have a regular job, a regular
house, a regular family, and a regular life. I feel, well I guess
I really don't know what I feel anymore. Maybe just a tinge of
dissatisfaction, coupled with a sense of loss, because I know that with
every passing day, my dreams are drifting farther away from me. I always thought that I'd write a novel, instead I occasionally submit anonymous graffiti ramblings over the internet. I had always planned to hike the length of the Appalachian Trail, travel to Australia, and see the pyramids of Egypt. I could still do these things, but I'd be looking at them through different eyes, as a different person, and it wouldn't quite be the same as I imagined. ~~~ If you've lost your copy of, or (gasp!) never read ON THE ROAD by Jack Kerouac, Tulevision provides the following link for anyone who would like buy it from Amazon.com:
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