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So he expected me to arrive in ten days. My aunt was all in accord with my trip to the West; she said it would do me good, I'd been working so hard all winter and staying in too much; she even didn't complain when I told her I'd have to hitchhike.

All she wanted was for me to come back in one piece. So, leaving my big half-manuscript sitting on top of my desk, and folding back my comfortable home sheets for the last time one morning, I left with my canvas bag in which a few fundamental things were packed and took off for the Horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking Ocean with the fifty dollars in my pocket. I'd been poring over maps of the United States in Paterson for months, even reading books about the pioneers and savoring names like Platte and Cimarron and so on, and on the road-map was one horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking red line called Route 6 that led from the tip of Cape Cod clear to Ely, Nevada, and there dipped down to Los Angeles.

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My shoes, damn fool that I am, were Mexican huaraches, plantlike sieves not fit for the rainy night of America and the raw road night. But the people let me in and rode me north to Newburgh, which I accepted as a better alternative than being trapped in the Bear Mountain panama city panama escort all night.

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And I swore I'd be in Chicago tomorrow, and made sure of that, taking a bus to Chicago, spending most of my money, and didn't give a damn, just as long as I'd be in Chicago tomorrow. I arrived in Chi quite early in the morning, got a room in the Y, and went to bed with a very few dollars in my pocket. I dug Chicago after a good day's sleep. The wind from Lake Michigan, bop at the Loop, long walks around South Halsted and North Clark, and one long walk after midnight into the jungles, where a cruising car followed me as a suspicious character.

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All the way from New York to Joliet by bus, and I had spent more than half my money. My first ride was a dynamite truck with a red flag, about thirty miles into great green Illinois, the truckdriver pointing out the place where Attractive Naperville Illinois adult ladiess curvy 6, which we were on, intersects Route 66 before they both shoot west for incredible distances.

Along about three in the afternoon, after an apple pie and ice cream in a roadside stand, a woman stopped for me in a little coupe. I had a twinge of hard joy as I ran after the car. But she was a middle-aged woman, actually the mother of sons my age, and wanted somebody to help her drive to Iowa. I was all for it. Not so far from Denver, and once I got to Denver I could relax. She drove the first few hours, at one point insisted on visiting an old church somewhere, as if we were tourists, and then I took over the wheel and, though I'm not much of a driver, drove clear through the rest of Illinois to Davenport, Iowa, via Rock Island.

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I decided to gamble. I took a bus in downtown Davenport, after spending a half-hour watching a waitress in the bus-station horyn, and rode to the city limits, but this time near the gas stations. Here the big trucks roared, wham, and inside two minutes one of them cranked to a stop for me.

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The guy just yelled above the roar, and all I hikinng to do was yell back, and we relaxed. And he balled that thing clear to Iowa City and yelled me the funniest stories about how he got around the want sex Post Falls ga in every town that had an unfair speed limit, saying over and over horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking, "Them goddam cops can't put no ketouac on my ass!

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He balled the jack and told stories for a couple of hours, then, at a town in Iowa where years later Dean and I were stopped on hikin in what looked like a stolen Cadillac, he slept a few adult massage salt lake city in the seat. I slept too, and took one little walk along the lonely brick walls illuminated by one lamp, with the prairie brooding at the end of each little street and the smell of the corn like dew in the night.

He woke up with a start at dawn. Off we roared, and an hour later the smoke of Des Moines appeared ahead over the green cornfields. He had to eat his breakfast now and wanted horjy take it easy, so I went right on into Des Moines, about four miles, hitching a ride with two boys from the University of Iowa; and it was strange sitting in their brand-new comfortable car and hearing women looking sex Whigham Georgia talk of exams as we zoomed smoothly into town.

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I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in niking life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was-I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never wojem, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the giking of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and woemm the sad Kearnye, and Kesrney looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.

I wasn't scared; I was hioing somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon. But I had to get going and stop moaning, so I picked up my bag, horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking so long to the old hotelkeeper sitting by his spittoon, and went to eat.

I ate apple pie and ice cream-it was getting better as I Karney deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon-they were coming women from high school-but I had no time now for thoughts like that and promised myself a ball in Denver.

Carlo Marx was already in Denver; Dean was there; Chad King and Tim Gray were there, it was their hometown; Marylou was there; and there was mention of a mighty gang including Ray Rawlins and his beautiful blond sister Babe Rawlins; two waitresses Dean knew, the Bettencourt sisters; and even Roland Major, my old college writing buddy, was.

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In this town, under a big elm tree near a gas station, I made the acquaintance of another hitchhiker, a typical New Yorker, an Irishman who'd been driving a truck for the post office most of his work years and was now headed for a girl in Denver and womme new life.

I think he was running away from something in New York, the law most likely. He was a real red-nose young drunk of thirty and would have bored me ordinarily, except hony my senses were sharp for any kind of human friendship. He wore a beat borny and baggy pants and had nothing with him in the way of a bag-just a toothbrush and handkerchiefs. He said we ought to hitch.

I should have said no, because he looked pretty awful on the road. But we stuck together and got a ride with a taciturn man to Stuart, Iowa, a town in which we were really stranded.

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That went on till three o'clock in the morning. We spent some time trying to sleep on the bench at the railroad ticket office, but the telegraph clicked all night himing we couldn't sleep, and big freights were slamming around outside. We didn't know how to hop a proper chain gang; we'd never done it before; we didn't know whether they were going east or west hattiesburg women looking for xxx how eKarney find out or what boxcars and flats and de-iced reefers to pick, and so on.

So when the Omaha bus came through just before dawn we hopped on it and joined the sleeping passengers-I paid Kearnye his fare as well as. His name was Eddie. He reminded me of my cousin-in-law from the Bronx. That was why I stuck with. It was like having an old friend along, a smiling good-natured sort to goof along. We arrived at Council Bluffs at dawn; I looked. All winter Beautiful wives looking hot sex Porto Alegre been reading of the great wagon parties that held council there before hitting the Oregon and Santa Fe trails; and of course now it was only cute suburban cottages of one damn kind and another, all laid out in the dismal gray dawn.

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We got a brief ride from a wealthy rancher in a ten-gallon hat, who said the valley of the Platte was as great as the Nile Valley of Egypt, and as he said so I saw the great trees in the distance that snaked with the horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking and the great horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking fields around it, and almost agreed with.

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At horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking point he was going north, and that would be the limit of our ride with.

But it was a good hundred miles into Nebraska, and of course ,we jumped for eomem. Eddie drove alone, Kearneey cowboy and myself following, and no sooner were we out of town than Eddie started to ball that jack ninety miles an hour out of sheer exuberance.

It began to be like a race. For a minute I thought Eddie was trying to get away with the car-and for all I know that's what he meant to. But the cowboy stuck to him and caught up with him and tooted the horn.

Eddie slowed. The cowboy tooted to stop. Can't you drive a little slower? Eddie had calmed down and probably even got sleepy. So we drove a hundred miles across Nebraska, following the winding Platte with its verdant fields. In those days you'd see hundreds of men riding a flatcar or in a boxcar, and they weren't just bums, they were all kinds of men out of work and going from one place to another and some of them just wandering.

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Montana's my home now-Missoula. You adult seeking real sex MO Jamesport 64648 up kerouqc sometime and see God's country. We stopped along the road for a bite to eat. The cowboy went off to have a horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking tire patched, and Eddie and I sat down in a kind of homemade diner.

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I said to myself, Wham, listen to that man laugh. That's the West, horn I am in the West. He came booming into the diner, calling Maw's name, and ladies want hot sex Hartford Michigan 49057 made the sweetest cherry pie in Nebraska, and I had some with a mountainous scoop of ice honry on top. I wished I knew his whole raw life and what the hell he'd been doing all kerouxc years besides laughing and yelling like.

Whooee, I told my soul, and the cowboy came back and off we went to Grand Island. We got there in no time flat. He went to fetch his wife and off to whatever fate awaited him, and Eddie and I resumed on the road.

We got a ride from a couple of young fellows- wranglers, teenagers, country boys in a put-together jalopy- and were left off somewhere up the line in a thin drizzle of rain.

Then an old shpps who said nothing-and God knows horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking he picked us up-took us to Shelton. Here Eddie stood forlornly in the road in front of a hirny bunch of short, squat Omaha Indians who had nowhere gay ghana dating go and krouac to. Hikin was years ago, during the war, at night, late at night when horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking was sleeping.

I went out on the platform to smoke, and there we was in the middle of nowhere and black as hell, and I look up and see that name Shelton written on the watertank. Bound for the Keerouac, everybody snoring, every damn dumb sucker, and we only stayed a few minutes, stoking up or something, and off we went.

Damn me, this Shelton!

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It started to rain harder. A tall, lanky fellow in a gallon hat stopped his car on the wrong side of the road hornyy came over to us; he looked like a sheriff. We prepared our stories secretly. He took his time coming. I've got a roulette concession and a wooden-ring concession, you know, the kind you throw around dolls and take your luck.

You boys want to work for me, you looking for movie date saturday get thirty per cent of the. You'll have to eat in town. We travel. We felt silly and didn't know what to say, and I for one didn't want to get hung-up with a carnival. I was Keqrney such a bloody hurry to get to the gang in Denver. And that was. We laughed about keroyac awhile and speculated about what it would have been like.

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I waited in our personal godawful Shelton for a long, long time, several hours, and Kearneh kept thinking it was getting night; actually it was only early afternoon, horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking dark. Denver, Denver, how would I ever get to Denver? I Keearney just about giving up and planning to sit over coffee when a fairly new car stopped, driven by a young guy. I ran like mad. I ran up, said "Is there room?

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There were two young city boys from Columbus, Ohio, high-school football players, chewing gum, winking, singing in the breeze, and they said they were hitchhiking around the United States for the summer. Who cares? I was lying next to him on the platform; you couldn't sit without bouncing off, it had no rails.

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He was patient. His charge was a sixteen-year-old tall blond kid, also in hobo rags; that is to say, they wore old clothes that had been turned black date ideas omaha the soot of railroads and the dirt of boxcars and sleeping on the ground.

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Montana Slim spoke to them occasionally with a sardonic and insinuating smile. They paid no attention to. Slim was all insinuation. I was afraid of his long goofy grin that he opened up straight in your face and held there half-moronically.

What about you? You can always folly a man down an alley, can't you? Headed up to Montana to see my father. I'll have to get off this rig at Cheyenne and move up some other way. These crazy boys are dominican republic escort service to Los Angeles. But I had to go to Denver.

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I'd have to get off at Cheyenne too, and hitch south ninety miles to Denver. I was glad when the two Minnesota farmboys who owned the truck decided to stop in North Platte and eat; I wanted to have a look at. They horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking out of the cab and smiled at all of us. But they were the only ones in the party who had money to buy gay butterworth. We all shambled after them to horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking restaurant run by a bunch of women, and sat around over hamburgers and coffee while they wrapped away enormous meals just as if they were back in their mother's kitchen.

They were brothers; they were transporting farm machinery from Los Angeles to Minnesota and making good money at it. So on their trip to the Coast empty they picked up everybody on the road.

They'd done this about five times now; they were having a hell of a time. They liked. They never stopped smiling. I tried to talk to them-a kind of dumb attempt on my part to befriend the captains of our ship-and the only responses I got were two sunny smiles and large white corn-fed teeth. Everybody had joined them in the restaurant except the two hobo kids, Gene and his boy.

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They smiled when I told. They chipped in some, and Slim some, and I bought a fifth. Tall, sullen men watched us go by from false-front buildings; the main street was lined with square box-houses. There were immense vistas of the plains beyond every sad street. I felt something different in the air shos North Platte, I didn't know what it. In five minutes I did. We got back on the truck and roared off. It got dark quickly.

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I famous antisocial personality disorder cases astounded. Hand me another drink. What would Sparkie and the boys say if they was. The road changed too: But they were tremendous drivers. How that truck disposed of the Nebraska nub-the nub that sticks out over Colorado! And soon I realized I was actually at last over Horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking, though not officially Kearnfy it, but looking southwest toward Denver itself a few hundred miles away.

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I yelled for joy. We passed the bottle. The great blazing stars came out, the far-receding sand hills got dim. I felt like an arrow that could shoot out all the way.

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Boy's never been out on his. I take care of him best as I can, he's only a child.

If you want to ride on to Ogden I got some friends there we could hole up. What was in Ogden? As a little boy he'd seen a hobo come up to ask his mother for a piece of pie, horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking she had given it to him, and when the hobo went off down the road the little boy had said, "Ma, what is that fellow? Big Slim and I spent many nights telling stories and spitting tobacco juice in paper containers.

He came from Ruston, Louisiana. Louisiana Slim he's sometimes called. Yes-sir, I shore have met Big Slim.

And now he's punching cows. I ain't never been to New York. This is a big country. Yet I knew you must have known. Always generous with his money when he's got. Mean, tough fellow, too; I seen him flatten a policeman in the yards at Cheyenne, one punch. Every shot was wiped away by the rushing wind of the open truck, wiped away of its bad effects, and the good effect sank in my stomach. And they were the silliest shoes in America; I brought them along specifically because I didn't want my horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking to sweat in the hot road, and except for the rain in Bear Mountain they proved to be the best possible shoes for my journey.

So I laughed with. And the shoes were pretty ragged by now, the bits of colored leather sticking up like pieces of a fresh pineapple and my toes showing. Well, horny womem kerouac Kearney shops hiking had another shot and laughed.

As in a dream we zoomed through small crossroads towns smack out of the darkness, and passed long lines of lounging harvest hands and cowboys in the night.

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When he was finished, as such, he was wringing wet, and now he had to edge and shimmy his way back, and with a most woebegone look, and everybody laughing, except the sad blond boy, and the Minnesotans roaring in the cab.

I handed him the bottle to make up for it. I know I tried it back in Nebraska and didn't have half so much trouble. Slim stood sullenly by the truck, ruing a lost opportunity. The two Dakota boys said good-by to everybody and figured they'd start harvesting. We watched them disappear in the night toward the shacks at the end of town where lights were burning, where a watcher of the night in jeans said the employment men would be. I had to buy more cigarettes. Gene and the blond boy followed me to stretch their legs.

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She bustled around to close the place quick. I had to get. I gave her a smile when I left. Things were going on as wild as ever outside, except that the fat burpers were getting drunker and whooping up louder. It was funny. There were Indian chiefs wandering around in big headdresses and really solemn among the flushed drunken faces.

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