i would walk

I'm almost positive everyone reading this has seen the double rainbow video. I was late for that parade, I just saw it for the first time the other day. It's a funny video. I laughed. But I also came out completely respecting the guy in it. Like, after it was finished, I couldn't help but feel "man, I want to get some coffee with that dude and talk about life" because I have to respect someone who feels that sincerely and intensely about something like that. I heard somewhere that there were no drugs involved with that video, the reaction to the rainbow was his reaction. He's crying at one point, about how beautiful it is. And yeah it's funny and a bit pathetic but it also really isn't pathetic at all. 

I respect people who are who I want to be. I respect confident people. I respect passionate people. I respect sincere people. And I respect people who are spending their lives writing. I have to respect this guy. Or it's not even a matter that I have to, it's a matter that I do. I respect him. He's completely sincere and passionate in his reactions. People who can openly act that passionate are rad as hell in so many ways. And I kind of want to be one of them. 

It kind of reminds me of one of my favourite Jack Kerouac anecdotes. You might have guessed by now but I am completely obsessed with Kerouac. He's my favourite writer, and not just because his writing is amazing (though it is), but because on top of being a writer, he was also a man. It seems kind of easy for male writers to be like, "oh, I'm a writer, I don't need to be manly about what I do, I am here for a higher purpose than that." And I realize I'm not really a man at all, but I'm working at it, I think, or I would at least like to pretend, that I'm being a man even though I don't eat meat and write poetry. Anyways, this is getting off topic, the point is this story. 

So Jack blows into New York City one night, it's winter I think, and it's, like, past midnight or something. He tries to find this friend of his so he can spend the night on his couch, but when he gets to the apartment, a girl answers the door. Jack asks if his friend is there, and the girl says no, but he can come in for some hot chocolate if he wants. That night, that very night, Jack proposes to her. Of course the marriage didn't last, but somehow that story is one of the most romantic stories I know. I don't know, I think there's something amazing to falling so madly, recklessly in love that you know that quickly that you want to spend the rest of your life with someone. And I don't doubt that that night, Kerouac did want with all his heart to spend the rest of his life with her. 

I don't know man, I just dig that sort of romance. 

Also I totally forgot about the question answers thing. I'll do it tomorrow. I'm tired. 

Peace, 

Lee