Ben Greenmanrecalls collaborating with George Clinton on his memoir:
People come to George Clinton for stories, and there are plenty of them in the book. Tripping on acid in late-sixties Boston. Bringing a pet pig to London and watching as it shat on the steps of the Albert Memorial. Encountering zombies in the middle of the night and lighting hotel rooms on fire with crack-pipe-ignited, nasally launched tissue paper. As good as he is with stories, George is even better with characters, beginning with his own.