SCOTT: I don’t know what to do. How much is it gonna cost? Am I gonna need exact change? Can I pay by credit card? Do I wave something at the driver? Do I get a discount? Am I allowed to ride the bus?
ADAM: You do. You wave something at the driver. Who happens to be magnetic.
I’d so do either of those guys.
A year ago, I moved to New York City.
A year ago, I was 21 years old, having graduated from college two months before. I was living with my brother, my sister-in-law and my infant nephew.
A year ago, I was directionless — an arrow aimed at nothing.
It’s insane what’s happened since this past October.
THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG.
I signed with a literary agent to write a book based on 100 INTERVIEWS.
In case you haven’t heard!
Pimping my alma mater. This blog rules, and it’s going to be a book. Get in on the ground floor, you guys.
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country, 2005 (via happythings.)
I wish I could have met Kurt just to say thank you.
Matt Davis, 2010