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  • The first time I went to City Lights was my first day in San Francisco after moving away from home, wandering around the city supposedly looking for an apartment. I walked into that hallowed ground and bought the cheapest thing I could find, Ginsburg’s Iron Horse. I bought it and instead of looking for a home I sat in Washington Square Park and read and soaked in my first adult San Francisco experience, I was a young writer reading poetry in North Beach, following in the footsteps of Kerouac and Cassady and the others before me. It seems like a cliché to me now.

    And now you can walk into the one of the greatest bookstores in the world and once again find a copy of Budget Press in the back on the stairwell where the free stuff is. After all, what’s more beat than free poetry? And then climbing in the car, and hitting the road.
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