written 1959 hope you liked it
Everyone in San Francisco knew about 3rd and Howard. It's been replaced by a square convention center. Twice I went to black churches, once for some kind of graduation for a little girl I was tutoring in the Bayview, her gramma asked me to keep tutoring her, but I couldn't, I had another job, and once for a girl I knew in college who had made her piano debut on the swanky Opera House stage. My uncle was a cop in Chinatown and disparaged black ministers and Jews, but you had to know him. If anyone needed help, he was on it. Kerouac died of drink.
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Laura
3/13/2024 03:20:34 pm
Oh I wish that the City Kerouac speaks about still existed. Instead of a city requiring a poop map.
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