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You know, it just occurred to me out of the blue… I used to own a hefty tome titled “The Kerouac Reader.” I lost it. In the Denver, Colorado airport.
So I was wondering, you planning on returning that bad boy some time soon?
Sorry. Afraid I smoked it.
Kerouac: “Allen, Roy, would you please get out of the bathroom?!! I mean, I’ve got to go, man!”
Jack: “It’s your turn”
Tailgunner: “I’m the Senator”
Jack: “I’m the iconic fluff at the point of no return”
Tailgunner: “I’m still not goin’”
Gonna be one of those threads, eh?
Elia Kazan: Senator, I’ll name names, but you should be aware that boy’s on weed somethin’ awful.
Update 2: “Hep”
Jack: “Have that fat ass Chambers get it. He needs the exercise”.
Tailgunner: “Whit’s with Pat and Dick shopping for a winter coat.”
Jack: “Alan! Get out here. Now!”
I don’t think Kazan would’ve said “weed” at the time. No, I find it more likely that he would’ve said “the reefer.”
Just my opinion.
Not ganja? (Cause that’s Sanskrit and all.)
Or Grass??
This seems appropriate – although not original words:
Here is Gene’s [Gene Krupa] own recounting of his drug arrest. The arrest occured when Gene’s valet, who had been drafted, gave him marijuana cigarettes as a “going away present.”
“By then I was the glamour boy-15 camel hair coats, three trunks around me all the time-and he couldn’t think what to get me. Finally he thought, ‘Gee I’ll get Gene some grass.’ At that time California was hot as a pistol, you could park your car for a bottle of beer and get arrested. So he had a rough time getting the stuff. He probably shot his mouth off a little-’I’m getting this for the greatest guy in the world, Gene Krupa.’
Sean M:
You’re probably right.
Update 3: “Square”
I feel vindicated. Or validated. Or whatever.
Roy Cohn: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Kerouac:
I’m hot, and when I’m not
I’m cold as ice
When you see me comin’
Just step aside
Or pay the price
What I want I take
What I don’t I break
And I don’t want you
Flick of my knife
And I can change your life
There’s nothing you can do
I’m a problem child, problem child
I’m a problem child, runnin’ wild
Oh, and I like ‘em hot, yeah
Late night
City light
I drink my booze
Some run
And some fight
But I win they lose
What I need I stash
What I don’t I smash
And I don’t need you
Say bye bye
While you’re still alive, ah
Your time is through
I’m a problem child, problem child
I’m a problem child, and I’m runnin’ wild, aaaah
Make my stand
No man’s land
On my own
Man in blue
It’s up to you
Oh the seed is sown
What I like I lick
What I don’t I kick
And you’re on my list
Dead or alive
I got a .45
You know I never miss
I’m a problem child, problem child
I’m a problem child, problem child
I’m a problem child, you know I am,
Problem child, I’m a back door man
Problem child, do your homework
Problem child, you know
Problem child, I’m a problem child
Problem child, I’m a problem child
Spamword, “saying,” as in, “I’m just saying…”
Kerouac:
I’m hot, and when I’m not
I’m cold as ice
When you see me comin’
Just step aside
Or pay the price
Is this a banal rock lyric contest using body temperature as a denominator???
Well, I’m hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I’m hot blooded, I’m hot blooded
You don’t have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Honey you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you’re doin’ after the show
Now it’s up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, I’ll show you lovin’ like you never knew
Cohn: “Hey, Jack, Allen and I have an extra ticket for George Shearing’s show at the Village Gate. Do you wannna go?”
Kerouac: “Sure. Better than sticking around here with all the metal references, man.”
Cohn: “Whaddya mean by ‘metal’?”
Kerouac: “I’m not sure, Roy, but this ‘Craig’ cat seems to have inserted an anachronism into our narrative.”
Cohn: “That’s cool, but who’s gonna hold down the fort?”
Kerouac: “I figure Bill can do it. Right, Bill?”
Burroughs: “Don’t worry, guys, I more or less invented the term ‘Heavy Metal.’”
Invented heavy metal or ingested heavy metal, Bill?
Burroughs: In the late Fifties, Cohn, I intend to publish a book with plenty of GAY PORN COCK! It’s tentatively titled “Inappropriately Attired Midnight Snack”.
Kerouac: That reminds me, where are we going for lunch?
Turing: police, As in “Burroughs, will you police quit leering at Bobby Kennedy, even though he is quite the cutie-pie?”