Well I think the words of Jack Kerouac are need here, "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"." But there are also some specific people I'd like to meet, Allen Ginsberg, Neal Cassidy, Jack Kerouack, Ken Kesey, Ken Babbs, and all those who surved aboard the further bus, Lewis Carol, Willam Blake, Mahatma Ghandi, Martin Luther King Jr., Medger Evers, Malcom X, Helter Skelter, Bob Dylan, Edgar Allen Poe, Dylan Thomas, Jerry Garcia, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Woody Guthrie, Les Claypool, And so the list goes on.