beatniks. beat kicks.

So today I decided to actually spend my saturday venturing into the SF life which I have yet not explored. After doing mild research and aimlessly looking for somehting I did not exactly know I was looking for, I came across a treasure. I found the address of Jack Kerouac's house, when he lived in SF. Wow! Excitement rushing up and down my spine. Me, the Jack knack freak. Me, constantly rapping his words. Sf here I come, I thought. So I went to see where this genius lived to find a quiet little house in the middle of what appeared as an alley way of a street. I saw it, I snapped a picture of it in my head, and on my camera and left. Not knowing if that was really the correct house and if he really did live and write and drink there, I thought.. what the hell, millions of crazy wonderful amazing people have ventured into places where I have probebly been and seen and, so what? Anyway, not to sound sad and depressing the experience was good. I explored a bit more in North Beach of SF where the old Beats used to hang out and checked out the all famous City Lights book store where amazing beats like Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg used to hang out and get their stuff published. I advise anyone who is around the area to check it out. The store has a whole floor dedicated to these guys. More to come.