Monkey B. Funky: Editor of the Funk and All The LBJBR Junk

It was a mildly warm summer night and Neal Cassady was holed up in a corner mumbling to himself. Dorothy Parker, Alexander Wolcott, myself, and Mr. T were playing strip poker since 9PM the previous night. No one had lost anything but their want to ever play strip poker ever. That is, unless Neal Cassady was playing.

Everyone loved playing with Neal.

It is in that frame of mind, that I used to form the groundwork that would become LBJBR. In end, we all want to have sex with Neal Cassady.

 

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