At one point, there are two friends, Dean and Carlo, who have a ritual of sitting in a bed facing each other, legs crossed. they take benzos, and speak to each other directly and 100% truthfully. they would recall any interactions they had with each other since their last time doing this, and discuss things that puzzled them about each other, decisions each other had made, etc.
Excerpt:
Carlo said "And just as we were crossing Wazee I wanted to tell you about how I felt of your frenzy with the midgets and it was just then, remembered out that old bum with the baggy pants and said he looked just like your father?"
"Yes, yes, of course I remember; and not only that but it started a train of my own, something real wild that I had to tell you, I'd forgotten it, now you just reminded me of it..." and two new points were born. They hashed these over. Then Carlo asked Dean if he was honest and specifically if he was being honest with him in the bottom of his soul.
What do you think of interactions like this? I feel like they don't happen anymore; people are too afraid to talk truthfully to each other when it comes to nothing in particular. I think it's so cool what Kerouac describes.![]()


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You guys really know your stuff with these guys!
