Kerouac: “So. Anybody feel like watching ‘Dragnet’ and maybe ordering in a pizza…?”
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“Or we could get a game of Monopoly going, if you’d prefer…”
I’ve seen the bestmmzzzz…snork…zzzz
Let’s get together and make caramel porncock first!
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by television, bloated mindless naked, dragging themselves through the soiled kitchen in the afternoon looking for beer and pork rinds, antennaheaded hucksters burning for the newest hometown construction of the starry dynamo in the machinery of now, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed drunk sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating Dragnet.
Sure, Ginsberg, not Kerouac, but it seemed fitting nonetheless.
“Hey, Neal, isn’t ‘What’s My Line?’ on in a few minutes?”
Odd. I don’t remember pizza deliveries in the 50s.
Well, Jack knew people. Just like Laverne & Shirley, who used wiggle their asses and score free pies delivered right to their door by Carmine Ragusa.
Update: “The first pizza delivery was in 1889, by Raffaele Esposito owner of the famous pizzeria Pietro il Pizzaiolo (Naples).” Pizza delivery came to the US in the late 50s via Shakey’s Pizza.
May I also add that PW has sent me on some of the goofiest fucking google searches imagineable? “History of pizza delivery” for instance. . .
I AM A GIVER!
K. I’ll take mine with extra garlic, hold the anchovies.
Would this, then, have been the origination point for the phrase “Just the facts, Jack?”
I thought the expression was “Just the facts, ma’am” a la Sgt. Joe Friday.
It’s “thats the fact, Jack”… but who’s counting… and – without Wm Burroughs supplying the speed and weed and rent and such in TJ so that Kerouac could fill up the Western Union teletype roll – our anti hero would have likely moved back into him moms house years earlier than he did.
Trivia Quiz: Name the second most famous native of Lowell Mass.
It’s a toss-up. Either George H.W. Bush or Margaret Cho.
JWebb, you make an excellent point. Were it not for PW, I never would have googled “squicking” or “tribbing.”
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Ed McMahon.
Kerouac: “Hey, Ed, can you get the door? Neal’s coming over with a case of Naragansett so we can watch the Sox game. And that Ginsburg kid is bringing pretzels.”
McMahon: “YES! HAHA!”
Kerouac: Oh, and Bill Burroughs is bringing the benzedrine and Lucien Carr is bringing… oh, nevermind, scratch Lucien.. He cant make it..
Ginsberg: Knock knock! It’s me , Al.
Kerouac: Come on in Al, we’re in here by the TV.
Ginsberg: So what did I miss?
Kerouac: Nuthin’, the game just started.. Hey, so where are the dogs?
Ginsberg: What?
Kerouac: Dont give me ‘what’.. The wieners.. you were going to bring wieners.. so where are they?
Ginsberg: Oh Christ Jack, I forgot.. Sorry.
Kerouac: You forgot? YOU FORGOT? Wieners are the one piece of 1950s American culture that I have have never been able to reject.. and you know why? Because a ball game aint a freakin ball game without them, thats why ! How am I supposed to enjoy a Sox game without a wiener ?
Ginsberg: Ok, ok.. let up on your howling and I’ll run out and get some.. jeeeezuz.. Anybody else want anything while I’m out?
Cassady: Ya, pick up some smokes and a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon too, ok?
Ginsberg: Anything for you Neal..
Ginsberg: Anything for you Neal..
McMahon: I’ll pick up the Funk and Wagnal’s and the mayonaise jar to hermetically seal that iota of Dharma still left over from Steve Allen’s show, you lazy-assed bums.
Kerouac’s Mom: And grab me some port. I want to pass out right here on the couch with my little Jean… ahhh little Jean, you are such a sweat son…such a handsome boy…