When I was a young teenager, I had an obsession with a brilliant poet named Allen Ginsberg. I used his words to get me through typical and not so typical teenage angst. His poetry was my manual which I used to validate my responses to the world. Through Ginsberg, I was introduced to writers like Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. I learned about City Light Books and the Beatnik Generation. At 14, with Ginsberg's verses running through my mind, I touched ground for the first time on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley, California and it was like I had found my mecca.
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