Kerouac Note–

There’s just something about the thousand words
in the morning. My son would be proud. I want
to make him proud. I want him to see me a
certain way. Not looking up to me, but
looking forward with me, into Annadel, or
out at Bodega’s Bay. Or just up at the stars,
which planets are visible tonight.
And in this morning’s thousand, I’m telling
you, and him, that this is all changing.
I’m writing a new reality today. Well–
I’ve already written it. It’s done. Just
not yet edited.
But that’s intended.