Thursday, April 11, 2013


Six years ago today I was sitting in my Chaucer class at Indiana University when I learned Kurt Vonnegut had just died. I burst into tears and the professor asked if I needed to leave, so I did, and smoked a pack of Pall Malls and cried some more. But then I remembered that joke he told at a fellow humanists' funeral, "He's up in heaven now."

I've been laughing ever since. 

Thank you, Kurt. You've done this weirdo a whole lot of good.

"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt."

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