Calin Kruse: Hoodlums and vagabonds

[...] 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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’

– Jack Kerouac, On the Road