Kurt Vonnegut died.


His books got me through a real rough patch in college. Junior year sucked. Hard. About the only thing that didn’t was the shelf at Cal Poly’s library that had everything he’d ever written, and his words made me laugh and cry and remind me to care. We live in an indecent world, but there are still decent people in it. I don’t know what he was like in his personal life, but the life he revealed in his writing was one that reminded me to be human and give a damn.

Thank you, Kurt. Good night.