Funny, isn't it- none of the beats admitted to being beat. By the end, Kerouac couldn't keep quiet about his distaste for hippies. If the club has a name, maybe you might think twice about joining up.
Always told myself that I wasn't bothered about being picked last for the team. Here I am, still talking about it. Do I mind never having fit in? I'm probably not the one to ask.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.