The beat poet had many poor, drunk, hitchhiking excursions in Mexico where he fueled his love for alcohol with margaritas. At 47 years young, Kerouac died from liver failure.

“What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

I don't know," she said. "Just wait on tables and try to get along." She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told her not to yawn. I tried to tell her how excited I was about life and the things we could do together; saying that, and planning to leave Denver in two days. She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.”

― On the Road