phonies

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That was obnoxious!

I typed "Jack Kerouac sucks" into Google, and apparently nobody thinks he sucks. I don't really think he sucks, but it would make me feel better if somebody felt that way. Alls I know is that I had to force myself to finish On the Road and I felt guilty about not enjoying it as much as I should. And Dharma Bums, psh, I just quit. I kind of forgot what that's about. Something about traveling around with hippie-jock types and being all Eastern. UH, I don't get it. Jack Kerouac seems like he'd be really annoying to hang out with, he'd be all normal and happy and well-adjusted; Experimenting with drugs. Did Jack Kerouac fuck a lot of girls? I can't remember. I don't really know about him. Is this sacrilegious? I appreciate the stream of consciousness style, but I keep thinking he's an asshole hipster type.

I just looked him up on wikipedia, and started to feel guilty again about not liking him. He influenced a lot of people! He lived a life of heavy drinking! He liked cool things! Then I just stumbled across this:

Kerouac came to be called "the king of the beat generation," a term that he never felt comfortable with, and once observed, I'm not a beatnik, I'm a Catholic

Touché.
Douche!

Part TWO:
Mark and I went to this party/show thing last night, and there was some band making noise/experimental music or something. It was loud, it was what it was. Mark was getting into it, and kept poking me and smiling; I did not want to move to it because most everyone who was was doing it very self-consciously, like they were smarter and more arty than others, and all in on some profound secret. (fyi Mark was not one of those people) Afterwards we argued in a healthy way. I knew he would think I just didn't get it, but I did, it just wasn't that great or much of anything to me. I mean, I think I got it. Mark said they were mixing their hearts and souls together through their sounds, like it was some spiritual thing. (Guilt - I guess I don't have a soul) My closing argument was that those guys totally over planned their wardrobe to make it look like they didn't plan it, and they acted pretentious and hung out with the hottest youngest looking hipster Cobrasnake type girls afterwards. Jack Kerouac would totally be friends with these guys.

I don't know, maybe they're not that bad, and I indeed have no soul and I am unpopular.