I used to have several books by Richard Brautigan (A Confederate General from Big Sur, Trout Fishing in America, In Watermelon Sugar, and Revenge of the Lawn) lined up alongside others in the milk crates I used as bookshelves. I'd sit on my sad little bed (foam mattress on a door balanced on four cinder blocks) and read them in the long, late rays of the sun. He reminded me of tall yellow weeds and the Pacific Coast Highway in the fog. Apparently he was very poor and lived in Oregon too.
