I met Jack Kerouac in a honky-tonk bar and became his friend, pool partner and driver. The title, Free Beer, was suggested by Kerouac and records our adventures together. I stand up to unfair critics who surfaced after Kerouac's death, show Kerouac's comedic genius, and explain the enlightenment that he experienced in the beatitude of his tempestous life. The strong drinks mentioned in the title are snapshots from the last half of the twentieth century that show something of real life.