Notes

by Rod Drake

Jack Kerouac's ghost has been leaving me hastily scrawled notes each night for a week. They're on my nightstand when I wake up, next to my alarm clock and glasses. Nothing truly literary or earth-shaking about them, just what changes he would like to make to his novels. Sometimes a catty comment or two about Ginsburg, Rexroth or Burroughs. And asking after Neal Cassady, like I would know where he was (I would assume they are in the same place - the Beatnik Afterlife). On my nightstand this morning I found a new note, written on a greasy 1950s paper hamburger wrapper, this time from Cassady, telling me not to let Jack know where he is and that Ken Kesey says hi.

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Rod Drake used to think he was a fictional character in a story, but he turned out to be the author instead - life is funny that way.