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Posted to Tribute to Ken Kesey

I wake up at some ungodly hour, wiling away the slowly ticking clock to read the rest of what you have so graciously left here for insomniacs like me..."I shook the hand who wrote the books and drove the bus"...I'd be kinda like that little kid that shook the hand of her hero and never wanted to wash it again. Damn man, this is some fine ass story! I'll be sorry to see it end, just as I was sorry to see him go...