On the Road

about fifteen seconds I didn't know who I was! I was far away from home, tired from traveling, and in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my early life and the West of my future. And maybe that's why I truly forgot who I was, on that strange red afternoon.

about fifteen seconds I didn't know who I was!

But we understood each other on other levels of madness,

We still had a long way to go, but it didn't matter. The road is life

"Let's walk to New York," he said, "and consider our circumstances on the way."

He once studied medicine in Vienna; now he was studying things in the streets of life and the night.

Lucille will never understand me," I thought, "because I like too many things and get all confused running from one falling star to another. I have nothing to offer anyone except my own confused thoughts."

He was different, I decided. He was crazier now.

I looked up into the dark sky and prayed to God for a better life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved. But nobody was listening.

I wished that I was wiser with my money.