Two Stories
Off the Road—1992
Pretty Girls (A Perspective)
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Unable to come up with a way to live his own life around his hometown in 1966, Bob Thatcher hopped on his motorcycle and rode from New Jersey to Los Angeles. Back then, he’d planned to be a biker, but ended up a hippie/hitchhiker instead. He spent the years 1970 until 1992 hitchhiking up and down the West Coast, and back and forth across Canada, partying. In 1992, he bought a one-way ticket from San Francisco to Nashville, where he spent the next three years writing the first draft of a novel, but he didn’t like the summer weather there, so he returned to the West Coast. In December 2002, he headed to Southern California from another stay in Oregon, and turned himself in after thirty-two years as a hippie-dazed, weed and acid fugitive, and had the charges totally dropped. (Like someone who learns of a terminal illness and has a short time to live, the warrants turned out to be a blessing. The constant possibility of arrest left him no time for sadness, anger, boredom, or the like.) Now he's sixty and ready to start selling some of what he's written about his experiences over the years. He has completed a near-future road, adventure novel, Sinner’s Revenge; a novella on his nine years of doing occasional adult, X-rated feature films, Deep Thumb; several other short stories and essays; and a few pieces in the works. This is his first appearance in print.
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Pretty Girls (A Perspective)
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Unable to come up with a way to live his own life around his hometown in 1966, Bob Thatcher hopped on his motorcycle and rode from New Jersey to Los Angeles. Back then, he’d planned to be a biker, but ended up a hippie/hitchhiker instead. He spent the years 1970 until 1992 hitchhiking up and down the West Coast, and back and forth across Canada, partying. In 1992, he bought a one-way ticket from San Francisco to Nashville, where he spent the next three years writing the first draft of a novel, but he didn’t like the summer weather there, so he returned to the West Coast. In December 2002, he headed to Southern California from another stay in Oregon, and turned himself in after thirty-two years as a hippie-dazed, weed and acid fugitive, and had the charges totally dropped. (Like someone who learns of a terminal illness and has a short time to live, the warrants turned out to be a blessing. The constant possibility of arrest left him no time for sadness, anger, boredom, or the like.) Now he's sixty and ready to start selling some of what he's written about his experiences over the years. He has completed a near-future road, adventure novel, Sinner’s Revenge; a novella on his nine years of doing occasional adult, X-rated feature films, Deep Thumb; several other short stories and essays; and a few pieces in the works. This is his first appearance in print.
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