So one day, young
Lewis Nordan runs away from Itta Bena,
Mississippi. He eats a barbecue
sandwich with slaw on it and drinks chocolate
milk at the bus stop. Then he starts on his trip to
New York. "I puked halfway to
Memphis and a lady bought me a
Coca-Cola in
Batesville to calm my stomach down... If anything is remarkable about this time in my life, it is that I actually
found the beatniks... right where rumor and corny jokes had said they would be." In his first
coffeehouse, he sits at a table next to a woman who is
reading a hardcover of Poe, just the way he imagined her. He calls it "one of those fictionlike moments that sometimes actually occur... My heart stopped, or seemed to stop, I swear. All traces and memories of pork barbecue disappeared from the face of the earth. The woman shifted slightly in her chair and placed one long red-nailed finger on the dust jacket of the book, which carried a famous picture of the author, dark-eyed and fully dissipated."
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