I FUCKING LOVE RICHARD BRAUTIGAN ! ! !

I just counted 26 books of his or about him, some duplicates because I give them away. Most folks have no clue about him, last and greatest of the Beats.

From my old site c. 2000-2010...

My old Good Vibes page : https://web.archive.org/web/20081006083736/http://www.wickedsunshine.com/GoodVibes/

"In Watermelon Sugar" by Richard Brautigan (full text linked below) : https://web.archive.org/web/20060428103343/http://www.wickedsunshine.com/GoodVibes/InWatermelonSugar.html

It's the ONLY story that I would want to develop and animate that someone else wrote. I think John Malcovich owns the rights though.

I felt like it needed to be wrapped up with a bow, so...

"In Watermelon Sugar, The Missing Last Chapter(s)" by Jason Carswell [Wayback MISSING] : https://web.archive.org/web/20081006083736/http://www.wickedsunshine.com/GoodVibes/InWatermelonSugar,TheMissingLastChapter(s).html

Missing on the Internet Archive - but presented here...

SPOILERS:

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Margaret Again, Again, Again, Again, Again, Again

or

Margaret, For The Last Time

or

The Last Chapter

(Original Version, 1988)

The musicians played wonderfully as we all danced. I think it was one of their best performances I had ever heard. Old Chuck watched while Pauline and I waltzed. We danced together most of the night, but Charley and Fred cut in every once in a while.

Afterwards everyone left smiling. Pauline and I headed back to my shack. We paused crossing the bridge to my shack and looked into the river. We saw the old trout looking up at us.

I said, "He sure does get around for a trout that age."

Pauline hummed a smile. I took her hand in mine. We continued across the bridge. I thought how I would never hear that noise from the bridge again. We went into my shack and I closed the door.

Fin #1.

(The original version was temporarily lost creating a need for Version 2, Sept.25, 1991)

The dance was probably one of the best that I or any one could remember for a long, long time.

We said goodnight to Fred, Charley, and the rest and then Pauline and I headed up to my shack. We stopped on the bridge to my shack and looked in the river at the Grand Old Trout. He looked at us. We looked at him. He watched us as we headed toward my shack.

When we got to the door I realised that I would never hear the board that used to make noise make noise again.

Fin #2.

(I couldn't decide which version I liked better, nor could I easily merge them. So I present both.)

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