I heard someone say something about it this morning when I was on the train. Then again ‘online’ at Duane Reade. I was holding a red bull, decongestant I had to both sign and show ID for, tampons, baby wipes, and cheese goldfish. Not to mention, just to mention, we all know its raining.

I’m indoors now. In this basement office, breathing in Brazilian mold. And I googled, Kurt Vonnegut is dead and friends, he is. So so dead.

My Dad’s favorite Vonnegut book is “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater.” My Mom loves “Cats Cradle” and my favorite is “Welcome to the Monkey House.” I need to call my parents.

In other news, I googled ‘billy pilgrim band’ thinking there was a punk rock band named as such. Only to find out, no and this….