Someone I will miss, someone I missed. (crappy day)

Hello 7am on April 12, 2007. Thanks for not taking it easy on me.

First I'm insulted by the crap weather.

Then I see that I missed a text last night telling me to come hang with Sean Lennon at the empty Basement. Phone was on vibrate in my coat pocket. In the next room. Lame. Would have been fun.

Then I hear that Kurt Vonnegut passed away. (Though I had to laugh that his death had nothing to do with having smoked for 70 years. ) A sad day nontheless.
I'm sure the town will be abuzz today with Vonnegut encounter stories from when he was living in town, teaching at Smith a few years ago.
Somewhere there's a photo of Lord Russ sitting on the same couch as him, in the basement of the Academy of Music (4 sundays in feruary. 2000? 2001?) None of us knew what to say, so we just watched him watch tv.

Later, I told him I enjoyed his surrel performance with John Fishman, and he nodded and continued to walk home, down South Street, enveloped in the February fog, gradually disappearing into the mist. I think that encounter was supposed to be a dream but somhow got in the wrong line and ended up happening in my waking life.

'God damn it, you've got to be kind.'
K.V., advice to new born babies. From God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater