On The Road

On The Road

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like...
Rabbit, Run

Rabbit, Run

“Couldya fill it up with regular?” The man starts to pump it in and Rabbit gets out of the car and goes around to the back and asks, “How far am I from Brewer?” The farmer looks up with a look of curt distrust from listening to the gas gurgle....
On The Road

On The Road

…I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would some day nudge up a hill to be there – after known as snake hill and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long, and...