From the subversive mind of novelist Tom Robbins comes a children’s book about… beer? Yes, it’s a bedtime story with burping. A Daily Beast Feature.
The Daily Beast, April 28, 2009.
Tom got me to hitchhike from Oklahoma to living in the Virgin Islands by way of hitting the ocean at the tip of Florida and finding a boat that took aboard thumbs and cooks who know how to make southern gravy. I have chased, dated, fell in love with, and been broken by redheads. I have tried every drug with every type of medicine man and shamen I have found. I am a hot mess breathing like a bandaloop, wearing patchouli (tried the Beat), and fucking like Pan. I think I had just took acid and finished with Heinlein’s Stranger when I wrecked my dad’s motorcycle and had time to kill. Of course I found Tom’s stories at that tender age and frame of mind. I was in need of Jesus and found him instead. Mix in reading the Illuminatus Trilogy between any of the long waits for the next novel. I dare you. My friends and I hold CRAFT as often as possible. I also have James Joyce stuck in my head, smoke Camels, troubled with very young women, love Bring In The Clowns! I give Tom a HUGE thumbs up! My children and I love B is for Beer!
Jun 7th, 2009
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