Apparently Kurt Vonnegut's son
Mark once almost had to fight
Jack Kerouac when he (M)
walked in on an impromptu
and abortive poker game at
Vonnegut's (K) house. He
(M) wore a beard, work shirt
and jeans, so Jack assumed
he was one of his many
misguided followers.
"You think you understand
me? You don't understand
me" Kerouac spouted. "Want
to fight about it?"
Thankfully, Kerouac
sat down to grouse
about not being
understood
before any wrestling
match could break out.
Good thing too, as Mark
was an accomplished
wrestler at school.
Mark later asked dad.
who that guy was.
It turned out Mark
had never read any
Kerouac.So
Jack
was probably right,
as he probably always was,
about not being understood.
How could you understand
a guy like that? Jack, Kurt,
Mark, or anybody
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