kerouac says

here's the thing. there are sundays when we get up at a decent, but still luxurious hour, and we go shopping at the irish market for bread and cheese, and we get high in the park with the rest of new york and fall asleep in the sun and watch the other couples canoodling and kissing and the mess of humanity swelching all over the sheep's meadow and then actually finish the grocery shopping at the good food emporium under the bridge (see? we're adults. we shop. sometimes, we get it done) and we go home and watch an episode of the sopranos, and jesus christ. jesus. i've never loved anyone before. not like this.