“Deni had big plans for what was going to happen at the hotel, which was the El Carrido Per to Motpaotta California potator hotel as I say with potted palmettos and seamen inside and also hot-rod champion sons of aircraft computators of Long Beach, the whole general and dismal California culture a palpable hangout for it where you saw Hawaiian shirted and be-wrist watched tanned strong young men tilting thin long beers to their mouth and leaning and mincing with broads in fancy necklaces and little white ivory things at their tanned ears and a whole blanked blue in their eyes that you saw, also a bestial cruelty hidden and the smell of beer and smoke and smart smell of the cool inside plush cocktail lounge all that Americaness that in my youth had me get wild to be in it and leave my home and go off be big hero in the American romance-me-jazz-night.”
Jack Kerouac, “Piers of the Homeless Night”, 1960.
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