Commander Jamey- I was referring to a passage pretty early on in DA, where old Jack is playing a rather involved game of baseball(a sort of his own invention), utilizing I think a pack of baseball cards and perhaps some mind-altering substances(here's where a rousing rendition of the "no shit" chorus comes in). Angels comes chronlogically immediately after Bums, so it's easy to get confused. The reason I know said passage is near the beginning is because I only got about fifty pages into the book before I put it down, let it go forever. I might pick it up again sometime, but after the sincere, world-shattering amounts of impressed I was with Dharma Bums(not so with On the Road), it was kind of a let down. Seemed he was going a little overboard with his "travel, come home to my mom's house, take alot of drugs, write for three weeks straight on a benzedrine high" formula, to me. Bums was contemplative. I like contemplative. What can I say, I'm emo. I could be wrong, too, as I've only given the book a fifty-page trial. Is literature innocent until proven guilty? I suppose any book ever written could arguably be of some worth, to someone, if only the author, or to Mr. Lomax. Keep with it. Knowledge is powder.