I met Don DeLillo on the D train this morning. He was sitting alone in the last car, reading "The Histories" by Herodotus.
>Hi, Mr. DeLillo. I love your work.
He thanked me for the compliment. His voice was quite raspy, and he coughed a bit, as if there were some viscous fluid lodged in his throat.
>If I may, sir, do you have any projects in the works? >I do, yes.
He didn't seem irritated by my question, and in fact he was almost open to the conversation.
>What about? I enjoyed Zero-K very much. >Thank you. It is a novel. It is an exploration of the internet's impact on globalization, and how certain groups on the web collude anonymously to obstruct the processes of democracy in America and Western Europe.
I was floored. I stood in silence for several seconds.
>W-w-wow, Mr. DeLillo. I cannot wait to read it. >Call me Don, he said.
When we got to Fordham Road station he closed his book, smiled, and walked off the train into the fog of commuting bodies.
I had an encounter with Thomas Pynchon in January but out of respect for him I won't go into detail.
Elijah Hernandez
I met John Green on the D train this morning. He was sitting alone in the last car, reading "The Catcher in the Rye" by Salinger.
>Hi, Mr. Green. I love your work.
He thanked me for the compliment. His voice was quite raspy, and he coughed a bit, as if there were some viscous fluid lodged in his throat.
>If I may, sir, do you have any projects in the works? >I do, yes.
He didn't seem irritated by my question, and in fact he was almost open to the conversation.
>What about? I enjoyed Looking for Alaska very much. >Thank you. It is a novel. It is about teen refugee from Siria who likes cocks very much. He die in the end.
I was floored. I stood in silence for several seconds.
>W-w-wow, Mr. Green. I cannot wait to read it. >Call me John, he said.
When we got to Fordham Road station he closed his book, smiled, and walked off the train into the fog of commuting bodies.
Can you believe it?
Jack Roberts
I can believe it.
BS
Luis White
I never took Veeky Forums for a LARPing board.
Colton Moore
Weird. When I met him, in the supermarket, he was quite rude. Did some odd opening and closing of his hand in my face and made the cashier scan each of his items individually (even though many were multiples of the same item).
Jaxson Jones
Life is a LARP
Nolan Russell
I imagine him wearing a leather jacket
Lincoln Baker
Why doesn't it surprise me that good writers have this much autism?
Grayson Nelson
Electrical infetterance is a real problem, you know
