We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague p — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco.

— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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