There was a time, a few years ago, when I was kind of lonely and emotionally adrift. When I was feeling down or aimless at night, I would often go down to my favorite coffee shop, get a piece of pecan pie, a cup of coffee or an americano, and read some Kurt Vonnegut for a few hours.

I mean, I'd also do that when I was feeling good, too. And really, I'd still do it, but I'm not near a proper coffee shop, and it really wouldn't be quite the same. And obviously, I also read his stuff when I'm not at coffee shops. But now I'm rambling a little bit. I guess the point is that I don't usually identify emotionally with public figures, even authors and artists, but, y'know, he made a part of my life a little bit better. I never met him, but I have fond memories of him.

Also, he was a good writer and social critic and all of that.

Thanks a lot, Kurt. RIP.