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.

On The Road duas vezes. Tanto no texto, quanto comigo. Sim, de novo. Dá-lhe horas no aeroporto, malas pesadas e novos dias (tão) divertidos (quanto antes).