The voyage from San Francisco to Hawaii was an absolute nightmare for Greer and Cameron. It was the most terrifying experience they had ever endured, even surpassing that fateful time in Idaho when they shot a deputy sheriff ten times and he just wouldn't die. Greer finally had to plead with the deputy sheriff, saying, "Please die because we don't want to shoot you again." And the deputy sheriff replied, "Ok, I'll die, but don't shoot me again." Cameron reassured him, "We won't shoot you again." And then the deputy sheriff said, "Ok, I'm dead," and indeed he was.
What we have here is a unique blend of a Gothic western horror show, yet it's laced with humor. Cameron, for instance, was a counter. On the way to San Francisco, he vomited nineteen times. He had this strange habit of counting everything he did. When Greer first met Cameron years ago, it made him a little nervous, but by now, he had gotten used to it. He had to, or else it might have driven him crazy.
This story was published in 1974, right at the peak of Richard Brautigan's creative tsunami. It's a work that is awash in humor, horror, and western wisdom. And as Brautigan so cleverly put it, "…those doughnuts are a lot better than having a mule kick you in the head," and there was no argument there.