Hey Jack Kerouac

Here are more observations plucked from my notebook.¬†This collection, however, has a very specific flavor. One that tastes of bummed cigarettes and day-old croissants, infused with the aroma of burnt coffee and the scent of a really worn and torn copy of The Sun Also Rises. And as such, this post¬†will most likely appeal toContinue reading “Hey Jack Kerouac”