I have taken to wearing a cowboy hat while writing. I still wear pants and even a shirt. But I prefer to have this cheap, five-and-dime cowboy hat on my head. In some ways I think I look pretty good in it. And that makes me feel better about what I am writing. I have also been listening to a lot of music lately. As I type this, Hey Jack Kerouac by 10,000 Maniacs is playing in my background. What could be more inspirational than Jack, Allen or for that matter, Natalie? I have discovered only recently, that not only have most people not read On The Road, most people have never heard of it. And if you are under forty years old and you have read Howl, then you can join me in some very rare company. Hell, for that matter most people don’t remember that Natalie Merchant used to be in a band. It’s not that knowing Kerouac, Ginsberg, or the Maniacs are crucial to making it through every day life - they just help.
There are many people who think that just because they know of things more than others, they are superior. I have to admit that I come close to falling into that trap sometimes. I have read most of Shakespeare, I know British history all most as well as I know American and I'll’ll take anyone on in Baseball trivia. But that knowledge, for me, is only good if I can apply it to my life. That is why I’m writing. I think I can connect the dots that are moving through my mind and maybe bring a clearer picture to myself and anyone that may read this.
Or at least I can impress the hell out of chicks.
Chicks like cowboy hats.
And pretty flowers, like dandelions.
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