Spiders Across the Stars

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

***The above snapshot was a found treasure at a garage sale. One look at the handsome young man in the roadster and the image of Jack Kerouac flashed immediately to my mind. I have no idea who the rakish lad is, nor the place and time of the photograph.