kerouac says

i almost forgot that i wanted to share about the story the monkey told me about peeing his snowsuit when he was eight years old, thinking it would just, you know, absorb, but it ran all the way into his left boot. he walked all the way home with his older brothers and then stashed the snowsuit in the hamper, at which point it ceased to exist for him until his oldest brother Mike found it and began to taunt him with his pee-soaked sock, and some of the sock got into his mouth and poor eight year old monkey thought he was going to die, because somewhere he'd gotten the idea that if bodily waste re-entered the body, you . . . i dunno, died.

poor eight year old. little pee guy. i love him.