“I wanted my education to come from living life, getting out there in the world, seeing and doing and moving amongst the other vagabonds who had the same sneaking suspicion that I did, that there would be no great need for high-end mathematics, nope. … I was not going to be doing other people’s taxes and going home at 5:37 P.M. to pat my dog’s head and sit down to my one-meat-and-two-vegetable table waiting for Jeopardy to pop on the glass tit, the Pat Sajak of my own private game show, in the bellybutton of the universe, Miramar, Florida. A beautiful life, to be sure, but one I knew I was destined not to have, thanks to big brother Dan and the French-Canadian with the name Jack Kerouac.”
-Johnny Depp on Ginsberg & Kerouac & the Beats in this pretty fantastic little piece. Depp just rose like 2984293842398423984 points in my book.
it’s a turning-point moment, to be sure, when you first read on the road. i read it from my tiny bed in a tiny room i was renting in a large french farmhouse on the outskirts of a city in the midst of the alps. i was 21 and realizing that i’d never be cut out for a life that ends at 5.37 pm, either. i had a hot plate and a bicycle and that’s all i needed, that and a desperate yearning for experiencing everything possible, for saying yes to everything just like kerouac did. and i did and i do and i don’t ever want it any other way.
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