My “literary style” (as much as a blogger can have one) as poorly constructed sardonic prose owes itself to a small collection of authors that I have read and loved. I didn’t read much fiction growing up – I had a hard time appreciating the need to commit my time, but the fiction that I did read tended to be regarded as iconic social commentary. Tom Robbins is someone that also would count as one of my favorite authors, for instance. But few compare to Kurt Vonnegut.

They both remind me that questioning everything is necessary and opining is noble if not free of risk, but taking myself too seriously is a stupid goddamn thing to do.

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So long, Billy Pilgrim.