vonnegut
Today on my way to work i saw my literary hero, Kurt Vonnegut. He was simply walking down the street, carrying his dry cleaning.
Anyone who nows me knows my obsession with Vonnegut's work, specifically Slaughterhouse Five, Breakfast of Champions and Cat's Cradle.
For some reason i had thought that when Mr. Vonnegut saw me staring at him, he would know who i was, as i feel as if he is a close personal friend who simply writes books that are meant just for me.
I desperately had wanted to talk with Mr. Vonnegut, but i could tell by the haggard look on his face that simple pleasantries were not to be had...after all, how many other people think they are unique in wanting just "five minutes" with a famous author or person they admire. What is a special moment for you could be a boring and typical moment for them.
Still i think there was some cosmic purpose to me seeing Vonnegut, specifically since i felt i had wanted to have some contact with this writer before he died. (he is currently 82 years old). Even if a dialogue b/w the two of us never occurs, i feel good knowing that for one brief moment in my life, i saw my hero with my own two eyes, and he looked at me and said hello.
Even if it was awkward as hell.
Let's go write me a story.
Anyone who nows me knows my obsession with Vonnegut's work, specifically Slaughterhouse Five, Breakfast of Champions and Cat's Cradle.
For some reason i had thought that when Mr. Vonnegut saw me staring at him, he would know who i was, as i feel as if he is a close personal friend who simply writes books that are meant just for me.
I desperately had wanted to talk with Mr. Vonnegut, but i could tell by the haggard look on his face that simple pleasantries were not to be had...after all, how many other people think they are unique in wanting just "five minutes" with a famous author or person they admire. What is a special moment for you could be a boring and typical moment for them.
Still i think there was some cosmic purpose to me seeing Vonnegut, specifically since i felt i had wanted to have some contact with this writer before he died. (he is currently 82 years old). Even if a dialogue b/w the two of us never occurs, i feel good knowing that for one brief moment in my life, i saw my hero with my own two eyes, and he looked at me and said hello.
Even if it was awkward as hell.
Let's go write me a story.
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