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i started reading my favourite book Jack Kerouac's ON THE ROAD last night, and one quote early on sparked a huge flash back in my life...
'But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and i shambled after as i've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" '
i first read this book just after my first hitchhiking trip, i got a job at Camp George to pay for the trip. when i read this, Adam was above me and Rob was over there. I got ansy man. i went on a day off,made an excuse to leave the safe camp people. I looked around the town, saw a small town, looked at the people, talked to them, asked them about their lives in my travellers way. i walked, and explored, found an art gallery and pretended i was still on the trip, met a girl, touched her in the travellers' way, i got her to dream, the way my trip was my dream.
I walked to the outskirts, found a place to stand for a ride. It was a good place, after a traffic light, 500m from the onramp to the highway, a forest on the other side which helps with the view.
I imagined the route, up and around the great lakes, hit sudbury to visit an old friend, then west, to winnepeg, then either west of north, i could go anywhere, it was so possible, just leave the job, leave the life, start fresh.
After reading that book i almost jumped up and went away, i called the parents and they convinced me to stay the course. It's funny, the next summer i actuall got back to that small town, i went back to the art gallery but the girl wasn't there. i camped in the forest near the stairway to heaven. when i hitched away i went to the spot i scouted the year previously, that ride took me all the way to Orangeville, the home of my first love, but she wasn't there, and so on the road went, until today.
Today, it's been 1.5 years since a trip, i have the time now, made enough money to go and not come back. But i dont have the destination, nor that pull i had in the past. I didn't mean to start this book for that purpose, but now that i have, it's a definate possibility.
'But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and i shambled after as i've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" '
i first read this book just after my first hitchhiking trip, i got a job at Camp George to pay for the trip. when i read this, Adam was above me and Rob was over there. I got ansy man. i went on a day off,made an excuse to leave the safe camp people. I looked around the town, saw a small town, looked at the people, talked to them, asked them about their lives in my travellers way. i walked, and explored, found an art gallery and pretended i was still on the trip, met a girl, touched her in the travellers' way, i got her to dream, the way my trip was my dream.
I walked to the outskirts, found a place to stand for a ride. It was a good place, after a traffic light, 500m from the onramp to the highway, a forest on the other side which helps with the view.
I imagined the route, up and around the great lakes, hit sudbury to visit an old friend, then west, to winnepeg, then either west of north, i could go anywhere, it was so possible, just leave the job, leave the life, start fresh.
After reading that book i almost jumped up and went away, i called the parents and they convinced me to stay the course. It's funny, the next summer i actuall got back to that small town, i went back to the art gallery but the girl wasn't there. i camped in the forest near the stairway to heaven. when i hitched away i went to the spot i scouted the year previously, that ride took me all the way to Orangeville, the home of my first love, but she wasn't there, and so on the road went, until today.
Today, it's been 1.5 years since a trip, i have the time now, made enough money to go and not come back. But i dont have the destination, nor that pull i had in the past. I didn't mean to start this book for that purpose, but now that i have, it's a definate possibility.