kerouac says

sweet, tweet man. i guess in my heart i'd prefer it if things here, with us together in a small space and sick and sometimes sad and largely jobless, were perfect and made of ice cream. and they haven't been so perfect all the time. i've been crabby, and all . . . and i know you know this, but i wanted to tell you quietly and in your ear:

i love you. i'm enormously glad that you're here. the occasional bumps don't even begin to touch that.

you know that.



it's all good, yo.