Dang. He died? No wonder his bus has been parked in my neighborhood all these months, with the black outed windows and the psychedelic paint job on the school bus yellow. 🤪

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 awee

Genius

That is some love you have for him, to remember his birthday although I suppose you could just google it.
When I read your story I thought maybe he fell from your kitchen window, but that is a Russian thing.

The on the road guy. I need to read that book already.

He died relatively young at age 47.

Jim irsay's estate is selling jack's original draft of on the road at auction at southerbys

By McSorley's?