THERE I AM, standing at the bar with a tattooed, bearded man, beer in hand; and yeah, I’m sort of into him. We talk about traveling, what we’d been doing since college. Then he says it: “Have you read On The Road?”
“Uh, yes. In college. Why?” I answer hesitantly. In my experience, this can only go one way. People with this guy’s distinctive body odor (patchouli and cigarettes) don’t bring up On The Road without having something really positive to say about it.