https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFBwTNysbu4

"I bade farewell to the little bum of Saint Teresa at the crossÂ*ing,
where we jumped off, and went to sleep the night in the sand in my
blankets, far down the beach at the foot of a cliff where cops wouldn't
see me and drive me away. I cooked hot-dogs on freshly cut and sharpened
sticks over the coals of a big wood fire, and heated a can of beans and
a can of cheese macÂ*aroni in the redhot hollows, and drank my newly
bought wine, and exulted in one of the most pleasant nights of my life.
I waded in the water and dunked a little and stood looking up at the
splendorous night sky, Avalokitesvara's ten-wondered universe of dark
and diamonds. "Well, Ray," sez I, glad, "only a few miles to go. You've
done it again." Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired,
in the red fire dark, singÂ*ing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping,
running€”that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of
the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian
virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters.
And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just
use good old railroad gloves, that's all."

- Jack Kerouac