The True American Road

When I was young I had always thought I would live a "normal" life you know live in a small house two kids a wife the old white picket fence thing. As I got older though the more I saw what "normal" was, I saw it as social conditioning as a way to make the world seem great without problems or hardship and in time I saw through all that and saw life as it was. But before I could see it I knew I had leave to the world out side my own, I had to go on the road the true American road as a drifter and Beat. 1


Though before I tell you of my truly unique story I do have to tell about my life before ,for then one will understand some of my philosophical ideas and the origin of my ways. I was born in springfield vermont in December of 88, my mother was a stay at home mom my father a grave digger and at night a musician. We lived in a old farm house in Easton Connecticut it was an old about to fall apart home that New England was famous for. Easton was one of those oasis of farmland surrounded by well-to-do suburban living in southern Connecticut, most families had lived there for generations and still hung on to the slowly disappearing lifestyle that was New England farming and had to pay for it with low income and high taxes. My family on the other hand moved there right before I was born and both at the time had steady jobs, we had no neighbors to speak off any ware close unless you count the library. It was because of this fact that I loved to read most likely, I had a lot of friends in school but they all lived quite a-ways away and my mother didn't want me to walk and get hit by a car witch over the years almost happened quite a few times.2

The library was in a modern building built in the mid 90's and it was next door so I didn't have to cross any roads, it had that classic feel of money spent on some thing rather pointless because the old building was fine and still there as matter of fact as a music shop. When I was little my dad would bring me over to the library and show me the classics, every thing from Dickens and H.G. Wells to Irving and Orwell. When I got out of school I went there to do homework "though I rarely did it any ways" and read a lot of books after I was "done", during high school while friends were playing video games or out dicking around in walmart or something like that, I was reading anything I could get my paws on.3

I could never find a book for myself still can't to this day and when I was 17 and in my last year of high school, the library got a new librarian. His name was Matt Kelly he was young he was about in his 30's wiry kinda reminded me a ex hippie and when I met him one day bringing back some random book and we just started talking, we talked for hours that day about every thing you could think of and it was him who started me on my way on the road. It was the last week of school and I was about to graduate I wasn't looking in to colleges for one my family couldn't afford it and two I just didn't want to go I would wined up partying nonstop and flunk out in a semester but I still had no idea what I wanted to do or what I wanted in life, I was good at a few things. I was good at sex,guitar, piano, bass, cooking and writing. None of witch could help at the moment.