a few hours in jail
fiction
edward w pritchard
Once I spent a few hours in jail. Eventually I got out of jail and out of trouble and went on with my life.
Tonight I have spent a few hours rereading parts of Jack Kerouac's"on the road". I have just closed the book that I once enjoyed reading and feel now like I did that time 50 years ago when I was walking out of that small town jail after a night of carousing about the countryside. That night when I got out of jail I decided that it was time to get some adult type habits and goals.
"On the road" by Kerouac is enjoyable to read once for the joy to be unattached, goal-less and solipsistic. Not great literature or important but enjoyable once for a while never the less.
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