I just got into Vonnegut this year. His writing was introduced to me by a friend who is an atheist. I think Vonnegut would have liked that. I cannot believe it has taken 38 earth years for the writing of Vonnegut to get to me. I blame my parents, school systems, friends and myself. So it goes. Next, the tribute of sort, words that I have stolen from Vonnegut and re-stimulated.
Death, so I don’t have to see it? The it. I do not understand myself so well. This nation has been so good to me but so bad to others. It makes me sad. The it. Is global warming the rapture? Is it?
