Thursday, April 08, 2004 :::
Once a year, my friend Furry and I make a pilgrimage to the St. Al's book sale, where an impressive selection of slightly used books can be found at rock-bottom prices. A couple years back, I made quite a find: Life's Greatest Trip, by Arthur Blessitt (and praise the lord, that's his real name). Inside its covers I found poetry and testaments from the author as he tries desperately to sway the wayward souls of circa 1960's flower children. Written in the "language of strung-out youth" (complete with a reference glossary for the unhip), this "hippy minister of Sunset Strip" tells it like it is, man. It's one of the greatest books I've ever read. So, I've been kind enough to scan some excerpts for you, and if you would be so kind as to read them, I'm sure you will enjoy it as much as I did. I think my personal favorite may be My Girl in the Cosa Nostra, although The Strip Trip is powerful in its own right.
I only scanned the best parts, and you really, really need to take a peek.
And to think it only cost me a quarter.
Not that I want to be sacrilegious on your easter holiday weekend by poking fun, but man, that dude was lame even for the sixties.
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