Inside Doug's Head

I am not a number, I am… What's that stuff they make glue out of? I'm that. Forever swirling, forwards and upwards, but always sticky. Sometimes, a little sad.

And something relevant about Jack Kerouac. For some, probably dark, reason, I am back in Texas. Visiting friends and people I don’t know. As usual, it’s 97 degrees on the F scale, and 100% humidity on the swampy-ass scale. COVID is here, but the related California insanity is not. A stranger just bought me a …

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