Monday, September 14, 2009

How old are you?

I ever tell you my Kerouac story?
You met Kerouac?
I punched him out.
Asshole was trying to steal my girl.
You punched him?
Out cold.
How old are you?
What do you mean how old am I? How old do you think I am?
Not old enough to have known Kerouac.
Looks can be deceiving, my friend. Looks can be deceiving.

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