Monterey, CA
06/20/2025
Bum Family
I want to write my own steal this book.
Updated- write a little forward on the impact Hoffman had on me.
Since we live in a world where a felon can’t vote but sure as hell be president.
I want to write my own Howl.
In my own words with a little forward on my admiration for Ginsberg.
Since his messages and greyhound trips and supermarket visits are so relatable but outdated.
My Name is Bradley J. and I’m inspired by the works of Harvey Fierstein, Abby Hoffman, Harlan Ellison, John Waters, Keith Haring, Gerard P. Donelan, Mart Crowley, William Finn, Allen Ginsberg, women, trans men, jazz, porn mags, stoners, reformed stoners, street artists, free spirits, people who say thank you, and teachers.
An Oligarchy is brewing and Abby said this stew is going to shit.
Abby said “Don’t go out & shoot some dope.” But I’ll shoot that bastard- I swear to god.
I’ll hunt my game ‘stead of playing his cause I lose everytime.
As Allen follows Walt through the market, I hold his hand and stare at Abby getting his munchies. Noting his pairing of sweets to sativa, chips to indica, whiskey to tobacca.
Oh to be the Beatnik lovechild of Ginsberg an’ Kerouac. Run naked on the east side with David Peel.
I fantasize of the 50s-80s for a revolution I understand 20/20.
I live in my own era but seek sanctuary in my fugazzi free love literature.
Listening to my cousin play the drums w/ their fags w/ my boyfriend is so beatnik.
I am with you in CSUMB.
I am with you Allen Ginsberg.
I was with you Jack Kerouac.
With Jake. with Bradly, with Ryan, with fairies, with fags.