kerouac says

i'm in london. we left the parents in keswick, after the monkey played a wonderful fourth wheel and didn't mind our craziness so terribly much, through northern scotland and a long drive through the west coast, and then today i finally kissed him on a train.

it's good. i'm ready to be back. i'm kind of dirty and i ran out of conditioner.

there's a tube stop on our line called cockfosters. perhaps i'm the only one who giggles.

london: stickier than manhattan. who knew? more when i've got it.

mind the gap.