I was sitting at home on a quiet Tuesday afternoon drinking tea and contemplating the meaning of life when a brown paper package slipped through my stringent line of home defenses and I found myself wondering if I should call the Monroe County Sheriff's Bomb Squad. I decided instead to open it.
I wasn't far wrong when I figured it had something to do with terrorists. The proper title of this dangerous manifesto is Politically Correct Cigar Smoking For Social Terrorists. It is a collection of stories purportedly about the author's life smoking cigars and women- not necessarily in that order.
The author, pictured above, even took the time to add a short and friendly inscription on the flyleaf. "Dear Michael: Fuck You. I look forward to riding you in the fall." Which could sound menacing coming from someone else but I know Jack will fill me up with Irish Whiskey before the event, so I won't feel any pain at all. I've been though that before as longtime readers may recall. http://conchscooter.blogspot.com/2010/10/riding-with-riepe.html
The book is actually a fun read, much like the author's own blog and I am not alone in discovering it's unusual pleasures. I'm actually in quite good company if you rate a long dead prophet as company.
The arrival of the package was great good news for me, not least that I now won't have to turn to riepe's blog when I feel a little blue as I have his humor carefully preserved on 177 separate pages of toilet paper all ready for hurricane emergencies. I also have a delightful picture of the author in an absurd Tyrolean hat on the last page which is worth the price of admission alone. 
While I was waxing lyrical about the arrival of the book and it's superb descriptions of wanton lewd naked women doing unspeakable things to the author, my dog was completely unmoved. Trust her opinion if you prefer. If you've never heard of Jack riepe (huh?) check his blog: http://jackriepe.blogspot.com/ and make sure you lead small children and people with heart conditions quietly from the room before you do. Good Luck.
I wasn't far wrong when I figured it had something to do with terrorists. The proper title of this dangerous manifesto is Politically Correct Cigar Smoking For Social Terrorists. It is a collection of stories purportedly about the author's life smoking cigars and women- not necessarily in that order.The author, pictured above, even took the time to add a short and friendly inscription on the flyleaf. "Dear Michael: Fuck You. I look forward to riding you in the fall." Which could sound menacing coming from someone else but I know Jack will fill me up with Irish Whiskey before the event, so I won't feel any pain at all. I've been though that before as longtime readers may recall. http://conchscooter.blogspot.com/2010/10/riding-with-riepe.htmlThe book is actually a fun read, much like the author's own blog and I am not alone in discovering it's unusual pleasures. I'm actually in quite good company if you rate a long dead prophet as company.
The arrival of the package was great good news for me, not least that I now won't have to turn to riepe's blog when I feel a little blue as I have his humor carefully preserved on 177 separate pages of toilet paper all ready for hurricane emergencies. I also have a delightful picture of the author in an absurd Tyrolean hat on the last page which is worth the price of admission alone. While I was waxing lyrical about the arrival of the book and it's superb descriptions of wanton lewd naked women doing unspeakable things to the author, my dog was completely unmoved. Trust her opinion if you prefer. If you've never heard of Jack riepe (huh?) check his blog: http://jackriepe.blogspot.com/ and make sure you lead small children and people with heart conditions quietly from the room before you do. Good Luck.
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Bravo, Michael.
Just...bravo.
I've been looking for new books to read. I might have to pick this up, in spite of how little I want to give the bastard my money, I might just do it. Well, maybe.
Brady
Behind Bars - Motorcycles and Life
http://www.behindbarsmotorcycle.com/
Dear Mr. Beattie:
I can't believe I missed this today... I have been suffering some odd symptoms of late and had an "attack" mid-morning today. It was all much ado about nothing. Leslie was here and a big help in getting me through this. I have been out of sorts for the past few months and this new development is just par for the fucking course.
I'm delighted you posted the book on your blog, and thrilled that you regard it as a cure for the blues. Two of my favorite chapters in this book are: The Smoking Dog of Schiller's Corbers; and When Smoke Gets In Your Lies. Both chapters are absolutely true. In fact, they are about the same woman.
You can't get up here fast enough.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
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