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I could hear a new call and see a new horizon, and believe it at my young age; and a little bit of trouble... on starving sidewalks and sickbeds-- what did it matter? I was a young writer and I wanted to take off...never understand me because 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.~~~On the Road~~~Kerouac