Jack Kerouac:  "I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.  This is the night, what it does to you.  I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

Jack Kerouac:  "I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.  This is the night, what it does to you.  I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."