The Covers; a photo slideshow.

“Fighting, drinking, scorning convention, making wild love — zany antics of America’s young Beats in their mad search for kicks”

A great book, not as great as On the Road, but highly readable and full of Kerouac’s alternately lugubrious and ecstatic prose.

My generation was nicknamed “the Dharma Brats” as some sort of combination of Army Brats and Keraouc’s Dharma Bums.

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