We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.
Ken KeseyYouโre just a young kid. What are you doinโ here? You oughta be out in a convertible, whyโฆ bird-dogginโ chicks and banginโ beaver. What are ya doinโ here, for Christโs sake? Whatโs funny about that? Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothinโ but complain about how you canโt stand it in this place here and then you havenโt got the guts just to walk out!
Ken Kesey