Lost my voice. No, I can still talk. I do that a lot when I can. But the inner voice? That dude doesn’t say much these days. I think he hates me.
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“Desolation Angels”, a Review
Finished reading Jack Kerouac’s “Desolation Angels” (1965), after 4 months of lugging it around in my backpack and car (I find books difficult to read with my current lifestyle, and would have better success if I ignored all the other humans in my vicinity). In this, Kerouac through his proxy Jack Dolouz begins this chapter …