And when a girl I knew from my retail job accidentally ran over my foot in the parking lot after work, Cat’s Cradle came along to the emergency room. My best-friend-boy (who was working nearby and followed me to the hospital) had borrowed my copy and brought it with him to read in the waiting room. He wrote all over the inside cover, so there would be no room for Mr. Vonnegut’s signature even if I were lucky enough to have an opportunity to get it.

Also, my BFB and I used to engage in Boku-maru because we were hugely nerdy people.

Thanks for the memories. 🙂