In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan
If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: someone asked you a question and you did not know the answer.
That is my name.
I bought a copy at a flea market today for fifty cents.
It is even better than I remembered.
I read that Brautigan killed himself. He was the kind of poet that I understand. I am sorry that he didn't live to write more.










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