Kurt Vonnegut blew my mind in junior high school. His books opened up my literary world and helped shape the trajectory my reading and thinking would take for years. I quoted him in my senior yearbook and fancied myself quite the deep thinker.
He died yesterday, which saddens me. I liked knowing he was still around. At least his books are all still here for the re-reading, which I shall commence doing immediately. I need something gripping to keep me company at 2:30 am, my current regular waking time. (Blast these hormones.)
So it goes, old buddy.