I'd like to meet:
Anyone who lives to Kerouac's creed: '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 pop and everybody goes 'Awww'!Or otherwise anyone who has a similar abhorrence to those who wear sunglasses at night.