"She works as a cocktail waitress, a go-go dancer, a racetrack stable hand and, for a long stint in Phoenix, a sex worker..."

"... sometimes out of a trailer. Drink and drugs soften life’s jagged edges and get her through the day: 'I found the perfect formula to work on was a mixture of Spañada wine, Cold Duck and Squirt poured over crushed ice. That and bennies, or as Jenny called them, whaaat crawses. The drink, though quite potent, went down like cherry soda, and when coupled with the speed, produced a loose capable vigor just made to order for the job. During a normal day I would make about three trips across the lot through the quivering airwaves to the Circle K in my pink halter to hoard ingredients for the precious punch.'"

From "Her Father Wrote ‘On the Road.’ She Lived Her Own Version. Jan Kerouac’s 1981 novel 'Baby Driver' chronicles a fearless and windblown life entirely distinct from her famous parent’s" (NYT).

That's a review, by Dwight Garner, of "Baby Driver" — which is getting reissued. Jan Kerouac lived from 1952 to 1996. Her father died in 1969.

"To the young narrator, Jack Kerouac was a 'famous wino' who (usually) sent a minimal monthly support check to her mother. The narrator met him for the first time when she was 9. She was impressed by this handsome and 'naughty bummish fellow.' He came up to the family’s apartment after buying a bottle of Harvey’s Bristol Cream sherry at a liquor store. He finished the bottle during his visit. As he left, he called out to her, 'See ya in Janyary!' He didn’t come back. But occasionally she’d 'take out my one souvenir of his visit — the cork from the bottle of sherry.'"