I said, “Who’s there?” "It’s me.”
It was Phillip’s voice, and I opened the door and Phillip slid in quick. "Here,” he said, "have the last cigarette.”
He held out a pack of Lucky Strikes smeared with blood. There was one cigarette left in the pack.
It’s called And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks. The hippos. Because Burroughs and I were sitting in a bar one night and we heard a newscaster saying “…and so the Egyptians attacked blah blah … and meanwhile there was a great fire in the zoo in London and the fire raced across the fields and the hippos were boiled in their tanks! Goodnight everyone!” That’s Bill, he noticed that. Because he notices them kind of things.
Jack Kerouac, on the novel he wrote with William S. Burroughs