06.09.24

Kerouac rented a rooftop hovel at 212 Orizaba Street where he wrote much of his road novel, Tristessa. There was hunger, neglect, rot gut booze, aloneness, and an endless well of creative energy brindled with occasional despair. This tiny space where a typewriter sat on a downbeat wooden table. He didn't last long here, but in his suitcase Kerouac left with a novel, sketches for poems that would lead to Mexico City Blues, and a broken heart.