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Leland Torrence <[log in to unmask]>
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"Let us not speak foul in folly!" - ][<en Phollit
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Sun, 16 Mar 2003 17:51:26 -0500
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K-whopper,
I thought he wrote "Sometimes" after Koolaid when he exiled himself from Skyline drive to Washington State.
Best,
Leland

-----Original Message-----
From: "Let us not speak foul in folly!" - ][<en Phollit [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Ken Follett
Sent: Sunday, March 16, 2003 12:13 PM
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Subject: Re: Histo Presto: Merry Prankster Bus Reunion Tour


> OK you young whippersnappers, what is the "Merry Prankster Bus," who 
> is Ken Kesey and why would the Smithsonian want his old heap anyway?

Ruth,

I am not the real Ken Follett, my name is Jeff Kesey. Ken was my little brother. Ken wrote a book about some insane people that were running a mental hospital in Oregon and he got famous when Jack Nicholson broke out of the place and rode around the countryside in a brightly painted church bus while acting like a monkee's rump. Rudad knows all about this because he was there. The Smithsonian is short on church buses. Ken got all of his story material from working in a mental hospital where as an experiment they fed him large quantities of psychotropic drugs like LSD and Minwax floor polish. The last time I saw Ken he was in a casket because he was dead. All the money he got from his book he spent on an Albino goat farm and making yogurt. He was really big on pure-white yogurt and when he died he was a fat slob. They had to pump his stomach before he could be intered. Ken had a tendency of pissing off flower children who would come to visit. They would camp out in his front yard for months and months. He took to shooting at them with turkey shot. After his first book he wrote a second book, *Sometimes a Great Notion*, it was a direct rip-off of my novella *Sometimes a Great Lotion.* We never spoke to each other ever again after that and I did not read his third book that I've heard second hand is about women sleeping with sailors.

For further details read *The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test* by Tom Wolfe.

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