My E-piphany
If Tahitian sailors could find Hawaii using only their testicles, I ought to be able to survive the modern world without a computer. But, hell, it looks like I can't.
Richard S. “Kinky” Friedman is an American Texas country singer, songwriter, novelist, humorist, politician, and former columnist for Texas Monthly. He styles himself in the mold of popular American satirists Will Rogers and Mark Twain. Friedman was one of two independent candidates in the 2006 election for the office of governor of Texas. Receiving 12.6 percent of the vote, he placed fourth in the six-person race.
If Tahitian sailors could find Hawaii using only their testicles, I ought to be able to survive the modern world without a computer. But, hell, it looks like I can't.
As the only man ever to run against both Bill White and Rick Perry, I have a few thoughts on how either one of these fine, upstanding, admirable men could beat the tar out of the other.
You’ll never guess how I came to break bread with TV’s best-loved Marine.
Or how I came to be known as “the man who put the glitter on Loretta Lynn’s titter.”
An open letter to the president-elect.
How I came to know the hermit of Echo Hill.
My little gambling problem.
The match made in hell that is Bill O’Reilly and me.
How would Jesus answer them? How will you?
When I ran for governor, I saw firsthand everything that was wrong with our state’s political system. That’s why I know how to fix it.
I wanted to help my old pal when he became a Katrina evacuee. I really did. But any houseguest who stays for nearly two years is going to drive you crazy (or, in my case, crazier).
Professional suicide times two.
Even stray cats and dogs need a Gandhi-like figure.
How I’ll change life at the Capitol as governor. (Hint: Spaying is involved.)
A passionate, pointed, and in retrospect, pot-induced defense of Austin.
A dreaded milestone approaches.
A "conversation" with John Kerry.
Why do I live where I live? To get away from the Peruvian marching powderand because my door was ajar.
Do I, Kinky Friedman, take tequila-loving country singer Pat Green to be my friend for life? I do.
I never thought about saving my skin, until things got as serious as cancer.
Racehorse Haynes is every year's model for what a successful trial lawyer should be.
Thirty-five years after I refused to let my government send me there, Vietnam is where my kid sister, Marcie, lives. So I finally shipped out.
Pushing the Limits.
Life, death, and Max Soffar.
Me for governor, continued.
My Jerry Jeff Walker.
My hair apparent.
Once upon a time, there was a writer it doesn't matter which writerwith talent to burn. Wanna guess how the story ends?
A whole Lottie love.
Jack Ruby: A killer role model.
The toughest cookies I know.
I'm mental over the Dixie Chicks.
Yes, I am a dip.
Anarchy in the U.K.
Free the Hill Country!
Kinky Friedman for governor?!?
Better dead than wed.
My life as the Hummingbird Man.
Bob Dylan revisited.
How I became a wild man from Borneo.
A sleepover at George and Laura's.
My West University Place.
A vacation to die for (almost).
The truthscouts honorabout Charles Whitman.
In praise of old stogies.
Five easy ways to plot your life as a writer.
Why I won't plug in, boot up, or log on.
On the trail of Texas' unhappy hunting grounds.
In New Mexico--far west Texas to you and me--my old friend the radio jock runs a ranch for kids with cancer. And you thought he was all talk.
How Neiman met Marcus and other facts you never learned in seventh grade.