On The Road Page #3

Set design, yeah.

That's interesting.

The one I enjoyed most designing was, uh, "Desire Under the Elms".

It's a great play.

Yeah.

Eugene O'Neill.

Yeah, I know it's Eugene O'Neill, Carlo.

Thank you.

There's like a rusty nail scratching across my goddam spinal cord.

Dean, "I've got the world on a string"?

Yes, you do.

Come on !

Don't tell me you New York intellectuals don't dance

(Ella Fitzgerald) I've got the world on a string, sitting on a rainbow.

Got the string...

around my finger... Oh, what a world, what a life, I'm in love...

You didn't say you had a nice voice.

I don't have a nice voice.

Yeah.

Yeah, you do.

Thanks.

Are you staying in Denver very long?

I got the feeling I won't be staying very long.

Yeah.

"Not enough hours in the day.

"Right.

then.

singing along.

What a world, what a life, I'm in love...

(reading)"Assuming for yourself the sorrow of my body

Thus, when you solace me in my desire

I held your body, and lay beside it sleeping

Feeling the pain of your own inward fire"

"Weeping myself to hear your silent weeping" .

Has Dean read this?

I've gotten so crazy over Dean that all his stupid friends call me "Carlo in Wonderland".

Clever, huh?

Ah, yes...

They don't understand this is the first time actual sex has been...

part of my relationship with a man.

This is how you love.

I'm not in f***ing wonderland.

I know it's not a man he wants.

I even told him we can take sexuality out of it, just...

"Be with me, man.

Hold me.

Just call me."

And he always promises, "Yes, Carlo, yes, man - I'll call you.

I'll call you."

Who the f*** am I kidding?

I can't even call what I feel "a heartache", it's too banal.

"Melancholy" is too languorous.

"Grief" is closest.

I'm 21.

By the time I'm 23 I'm going to write one great poem.

Then it's all over for me.

Sal, I'm leaving.

I'm going to Africa.

A la Rimbaud, non?

I might jump ship at Dakar.

I'm gonna smoke opium.

And I will pick up dark, mysterious men.

And they will love me.

I really wish I could drink whiskey like a man.

I know those guys are like, "Hey, do a shot !"

Home in Missoula, Home in Truckee, Home in Opelousas, Ain't no home for me.

Home in Ol'Medora, Home in Wounded Knee, Home in Ogallala, Home I'll never be.

Excuse me, miss.

I can't seem to find an empty seat anywhere.

May I?

If you wish.

I'm Sal.

Terry.

Selma, California.

No tienes hambre?

Que pasa Papa?

You want to love me now?

Cesar 1,20.

Matilde 1,10.

Terry 1,15.

Terry.

Sal 1,05.

Sal.

Maria 1,15.

You growing roots?

Jasmine 1,10.

The harvest is ending, and it's getting much colder in the nights.

Terry and I bitterly decided we'd have to leave.

She was supposed to come to New York in a month with her brother, but we both knew she wouldn't make it.

I can feel the pull of my own life calling me back.

I still have a book to write.

(very low)We screw one more time, then you leave...

See you in New York, Terry !

Wait.

Thanks.

You know what they did to me in that prison?

Solitary confinement, and a Bible.

I used it to sit on the stone floor.

But when they seen that I did that, they took away that Bible,

and they brought back a little pocket size one, like so big, and I couldn't sit on it.

You know why I been in prison my whole life?

When I was 13 years old, I was in a movie with a boy, and he makes a crack about my mother.

You know, that dirty word.

So I take out my jackknife and I cut up his throat.

I would have killed him if they hadn't drug me off.

The judge says "Henry, you know what you were doing when you attacked your friend?

" I say, "Yes sir, YourHonor, I want to kill that son-of-a-b*tch.

" And I still do.

Bah !

J'suis revenu rien qu'd'un morceau, memere !

Penses-tu qu'fa m'fait quelqu'chose ?

Vieille sorciere !

It was over a year before I saw Dean again.

I stayed home most of the time, struggling with a half- finished manuscript on my desk.

Bored with all of it.

RECORD SONG I used to love you But it's all over All over now.

Sal's sister's house, North Carolina, December 1948.

Ma, on behalf of Nin and I, I just wanted to say that.

"ton gateau est fantastique !"

Thank you Hey, eh, eh.

Listen to this General Douglas MacArthur bans kissing on the streets of Tokyo.

Who does that puritanical old fart think he is?

Sal.

Ho, ho, ho Oh hello, merry, merry

Dean, I'll be goddamned !

You're early...

Yeah, well...

Sh*t Who's in the car?

Oh, it's Marylou and my good pal Ed Dunkel.

Anyways we need a place to clean up immediately.

Man, we're dog tired.

Sure.

How did you get here so fast?

That Hudson goes !

Yeah?

Where did you get it?

I bought it out of my savings.

I was working as a breakman on the Southern Pacificmaking 400 bucks a month.

And guess what?

I'm a father now !

What?

You and Marylou?

No, not Marylou.

Camille !

I annuled Marylou, hitched up with Camille, and now we have a sweet little Amy.

And a nice little pad in 'Frisco.

But as God as my witness, Marylou is the only honey- c*nt I'll ever adore.

That makes perfect sense.

Dunkee !

Dig this, Sal.

Crazy Cat gets married and dumps his wife off in Tucson !

Come in, come in.

Holy sh*t.

We really appreciate this, man.

There's no heater in that California car.

We haven't eaten in 30 hours.

Or slept in a bed since...

Denver?

We don't have a penny, one.

Good times on the Dean Express, huh?

Well, there's lots of food inside for everybody.

Oh great, thanks.

Look at all them books.

Hi.

Hey.

How are you Marylou?

I'm fine.

But I gotta tell you how nice it is to see a sane face.

Well, uh, sane is a very relative term around here, kid.

Don't call me that anymore, because that bastard aged me.

Isn't that a great game to grab ass !

If you want food, it's on the left.

Yum, yum, yum, yum.

Ma, to repay your gregarious hospitalities and all the trimmings on this fine day of holiday giving,

I will drive you and Sal up to old mad New York so you won't have to pay for a train.

How about that, Ma?

Ok...

S.

sorry.

You don't know that feeling, man.

I stole a .

And I'm sweating.

And I'm nauseous.

And Camille finds me this way, and I beg her to do it.

To kill me.

And she couldn't, man.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I do all these dumb things and I think in all these distorted ways, you know, I'm burning up.

I'm scared I'm gonna lose all the wisdom I ever learned, Sal.

You know, I see a girl and I just, ... you know, I just tremble all over and I get lost !

Like a couple weeks ago.

I meet this black boy, right?

He's 25 and he's staying with his sugar mama, and we're digging some great music and we're getting high.

And then I meet the greatest gone gal, Suzie, right.

Oh, Suzie !

And I swear she's a virgin.

So I take her back to the black boy's place and 3 hours later she's getting a little drunk,

and the greatest show in the world starts, you know.

And she does this dance for us.

She takes off her panties, she leaves on her dress, and she stands on her head and she does the splits,

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