Puff of Time, small fables & tall tales
Richard Brautigan had to talk, needed listeners to feel his thoughts. So, when he was alone, he saddled up and rode his keyboard, stopping to pick up apostles, penguins and sexy girls, spouting tall tales through his handlebar mustache all the way to his hometown, iDeath, where he never once said “I wish I had a glass of watermelon juice.”