at this point, i shrug.

and for the three of you who read this (and the cat):

HEAR THIS (you beatniks)!

i am rafe davis, proletariat, one of the toughs, a kosmos. i am nineteen and bohemian, coffee and women, junkyards and guitars, marijuana, art and leather jackets. streetlights guide me and sometimes when i'm down by the river the road and the lights seem to go on forever; my car has inertia and sometimes i don't think i can ever slow down from sixty-five - this stone could roll forever.