I usually read one Kinky Friedman book per summer. I find them the perfect getaway from the politically correct, inhibited times in which we sometimes attempt to live. Friendman's lair (Vandam St.) is only a few blocks from our own perch in Greenwich Village NY. Like him, I care deeply for espresso (French Italian blend from Porto Rico Importing Co.) and cigars. Our taste in animals differs. I prefer dogs and he is a cat man. We both share a dislike of lesbian dance classes being conducted above our digs. All in all, I dig the cat's lifestyle in a very big way man. His books don't take long to read. Buy one at JFK and chances are good you'll be done with it by the time you arrive somewhere....well alright....ANYWHERE! In his latest, he and his good buddy Ratso go hunting Ratso's birth parent, as if someone would ever take credit for giving birth to Ratso. For me the funniest parts take place with the Kinkster in Florida. I don't know why. Somehow the idea of a Jewish guy in Florida just seems so out of place. Anyway, settle down with a pot of espresso, a nice cigar, a bottle of Jamesons, and have a few laughs.