Nothing can be more dreary than ‘coolness’ . . . all I could do was sit on the edge of the bed in despair listening to their awful ‘likes’ and ‘like you know’ and ‘wow crazy’ and ‘a wig, man’ ‘a real gas’–All this was about to sprout out all over America even down to high school level and be attributed in part to my doing!
-Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels, 1957