So it goes.

I mention him a lot when I talk about writing. I think about him a lot when I write. He published his last novel ten years ago. He told us at the time it would be his last novel. I hoped he was lying. He told us back then he had lived too long. I thought he was full of shit.

He revered Mark Twain. I revered him.

God bless you, Mr Vonnegut. I'm going to miss knowing that you were still around and stirring up trouble.

Hi ho.