This dude ran away from home at 11. He bailed on his drunk parents to drift along the West Coast, supporting himself as a ranch hand, surveyor, railroad worker, lumberjack, rodeo cowboy, stuntman, and radio disk jockey. He became buds with Ginsburg and Kerouac before bailing on those poofs and joined the infantry during the Korean war.
He's written a zillion songs and a grundle of rad poetry and looks like the Gordons Fish-stick dude, but sounds like Red Green.
This book came with a poster and rad pictures of Rod in various sweat suits.
McKuen lives in Southern California with his brother and four cats and has one of the world's largest private record collections. No shit
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