The Only Bro's For Me Are The Awesome Ones
December 19th 2010
I spent my teen years in Vermont partying around a bonfire in fields, attending a high school with a severe drug problem and organized on a semi-democratic system.
Of course, I read On the Road.
Kerouac and his literary legacy were sacred to most of my wide eyed, Marx-ing, vegetarian school mates.
For the energetic, experimental twenty somethings of the time, the beats ushered them in
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