Jack Fisher

The me that would climb mountains and pitch a tent with strangers was clueless and bonkers among the aisles of foam mattresses and throw pillows. It all seemed very – staid.

So now what? What now, in a town where the weather drops twenty degrees at night? Where a fat girl with purple hair walks by a desolate guy who may or may not be homeless strolling along with a backpack on his shoulders in front of a pink house...

But for a few of us, On the Road mattered.  Perhaps I was rebelling against myself, against a Protestant guilt, a strict family culture, a Sartrean existential need to define myself through the reflections of others – or just a desperate need to break out.

I decided to go back and explore Europe to understand its impact on my current areas of interest, namely the Middle East, Central Asia and India.

The hippies are really hippies: bushy beards and glazed eyes and knotted manes – they sit with mangy dogs on street corners and cry out "give me money so I can get drunk!" and if you listen long and hard enough, they're all poets of some kind.

Ok, so I was tagged by Stellargirl.. and because I love her so much, I'm gonna break my rule on forwards and do this thing: Rules: 1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts. 2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about