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You know, I love Jack Kerouac -- I think he was an amazing writer and he certainly represented the nomadic, just-get-up-and-go lifestyle. But, upon reading about him lately, I've determined that he was an asshole. A huge asshole, actually. Primarily because he had a daughter, Jan, who he completely abandoned. She met him twice -- and the second time he was more concerned with watching TV than seeing her. It's amazing to see pictures of her, because she has some of his features. It's just so disheartening to read about an idol and get so... angry at him. To see that he was a huge dick to his family. The saddest part is, is that she died a few years ago, barely finishing her third novel. Now the only direct bloodline left to Kerouac is his nephew. *sigh*
I need to go to bed.
I need to go to bed.