J.D. Salinger, 1919-2010

And here I was actually thinking about buying another copy of Catcher In The Rye since I haven't read it since high school. Which is probably when most kids wind up reading it, I suppose. But I'm pretty certain I can scare up my tattered old copy of Franny And Zooey somewhere in this Bohemian wasteland.

I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddamn cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

RIP Jerome