burn, brun, burn

this will explain the mad comment made earlier

"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night"
- Jack Kerouac

h fills that criteria better than anyone i know
god i wish i was as cool as jack kerouac