<i haven't read his fiction, but i did read every page of his autohagiography one winter on a snow covered mountain top. >

Years and years ago, when I was but 16 years old, (My youngest boy is older than that now.) I turned down an alleyway off King St. in Jacksonville Fla. I came upon this used book store in a basement. I went in and found myself in a large room stuffed full of paperbacks. Each one was ten cents. (It was that long ago.) I found a paperback edition of the autohagiography that had been published in 1969 and in England. I bought it and read it in a matter of days.

I returned a few days later, but I was never able to find that book store again.

Honest.

'Indeed. What could Beastly Old Uncle Al have done, that was so terrible, so horrible, that it deserved having Ozzy Osbourn singing about him?'


LOL! its his punishment, of course, for being The Beast 666

<Ozzy sings whatever his wife tells him to sing. >

She also tells him how to set the microwave to make popcorn. That's not the point. It's the ignominy of it all. It's like having Kenny G playing at your funeral.