Furthermore, as destiny would have it I heard all these delightful chapters out of order due to a rebellious flashdrive which was kind of disorienting at first however the fusion of real and the imagined chapters made it seem I think John Waters would definitely appreciate that I was listening to this when I totaled my car as if this book wasn't meta enough? This doesn't mean he's uncaring to others. He -- we talked about everything, about his life, about women, about men, about humor, about what San Francisco was like, about -- I don't know. But who should we be more worried about, the delicate film director with genteel manners or the unsuspecting travelers transporting the Pope of Trash? I kind of figured, well, the way I'm gonna get back home, which was, by that time, was in Dayton, was by hitchhiking. Laced with subversive humor and warm intelligence, Carsick is an unforgettable vacation with a wickedly funny companion-and a celebration of America's weird, astonishing, and generous citizenry. They bought me this outfit, they helped me pay for my house. Unfortunately, one may think of other hitchhikers on the road every day without those convenient options to rely upon. Note: If you've never watched Pink Flamingoes, watch it, but don't read more than a brief synopsis first or the ending will be spoiled for you.
But they paid for it and I paid them all back too. And so then I had to go down -- and it was weird. A few at the beginning would have been fine but when they take up the first 65% of what's supposed to be a n Should have read the reviews! So what really happens when this cult legend sticks out his thumb and faces the open road? I was slightly uncomfortable with the sex scenes, but I quickly got over it. It was retired Pittsburgh newspaperman Bill Steigerwald who did those things, and no one else. There is room for people.
That said, Carsick is a wonderful American road trip book in its own right. And then I passed it on to another traveler. I was at -- I working at a Clinton inauguration event. In Part 2, he wrote the worst things that could happen, like getting caught all day in pouring rain, meeting crazy super-fans, being murdered and going to hell, etc. So they would come back sometimes and pick me up or open the door and say, where are you from? For a few days mid-May 2012, the man himself was right there on the side of the road—yours for the taking!. And I thought, you -- yeah. Quite a few people mistake him for a homeless man and try to give him a handout.
And this guy picked us up. He is given rides from, among others, a minister's wife, a small-town mayor, a coal-miner, a cop, an indie rock band, a judge and his activist wife, and--twice--a young Republican from Maryland who keeps driving, despite his parents' concern that he's been kidnapped by a madman. Some people thought he was homeless and tried to give him money. And I would go online and look up hitchhiking songs, you know. I pull his rearview mirror over and see the bruising already coloring one side of my face, beauty, beauty, look at you, he mumbles, just as Paul Swift did, fumbling his lines in 'Female Trouble,' I wish to God I had it too. And I don't think that was Buddy.
I just never heard John Waters talk about his sex life and never gave it any thought. Whether the center would hold was an open question. And my mother certainly did tell us the rules of good taste. The final third of the book spoke of the real rides. And the big sport was looking for people who were waiting at a bus stop or something and spraying them with puddles.
I think, yes, there are some neighborhoods that have some of those places but they need those neighborhoods or otherwise it would just die. John Waters' Carsick is a doubly rare book. But who should we be more worried about, the delicate film director with genteel manners or the unsuspecting travelers transporting the Pope of Trash? With lots of hot sauce, they're pretty tasty. When I was going across the country, I wanted to hear their story. Worst: The trip west is seething with small-town homophobes, stage moms, crazed environmentalists and serial killers.
Before he leaves for this bizarre adventure, Waters fantasizes about the best and worst possible scenarios: a friendly drug dealer hands over piles of cash to finance films with no questions asked, a demolition-derby driver makes a filthy sexual request in the middle of a race, a gun-toting drunk terrorizes and holds him hostage, and a Kansas vice squad entraps and throws him in jail. He resides in Johnstown, Pa. The third section of Carsick the autobiographical version of the cross-country trek is what saves it. Prior to that, Waters offers two fictionalized accounts of what he imagined the trip might be like prior to leaving: one in which everything goes right and one in which everything goes wrong. Hi, I said right back. None of it really made any sense to me, and I sort of felt like you had to be a lover of his movies to even 'get' some of the anecdotes.
Suddenly he grabs back the mirror to his side of the car and takes an exit, I'm sure I don't want. Also who wouldn't want to be John Waters for a minute or two. For as much as it wants to feel like tight-rope walking, it's doing so with a net and safety line. They think, what kind of book? And what I left, what I found out was very un-extreme people that were from middle America, a world that most of my characters are never about and when I wrote The Best and The Worst, they were -- nobody was from middle America. All ticket purchases are non-refundable.