i'm a sucker for brautigan. plucked this off the shelf while visiting my mom. she tells a story of discovering brautigan in the 70's while hitchhiking across the country, being given copies by a stranger in a laundromat because she resembled the girl on the cover of one of the books. i cut my teeth reading in watermelon sugar. i think it may have influenced my philosophy that everyone's brain moves in poetical tangents.