At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night.
Jack Kerouac...do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean.
Jack Kerouac