I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road.
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?-it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
#jackkerouac on the road on my #nook #quotes (ignore the fags, part it was a different time) (Taken with instagram)
#losangeles #quotes #jackkerouac on the road #newyork (Taken with instagram)
Jack Kerouac - on the road
Kitchen confidential - Anthony Bourdain
White people, play this for you black friends.
Black people, smack them
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there’s a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.
QR Art.
An Actual Conversation That Happened:
Amar’e: ”I hear Chris Bosh was crying tears.”
Carmelo: ”Tears?”
Amar’e: ”Yeah, tears.”
Carmelo: ”Wait ‘til I call him, man. I’ll be like: ‘What are you doing?’”
I hate the places I love so much.
