kerouac says

spent father's day evening with an honest-to-god family, if not my own. drank two bottles of wine, had much beef, ate cheese i didn't think i'd like, and talked for hours with someone who'd dropped out of the scene. (when i start every second sentence with, "here's another thing i don't miss about being an actor," i hope someone tells me to quit my day job and jump back in.) and of course, there was the darling who made the papa a papa, the curly dervish, who at one point yelled, "dada! i'm going to run like a cheetah!"

and then lapped us all, and then cried,

"i can run AS FAST AS I CAN!"



oh, love. it's true, it's true.