sometimes it doesn’t make sense

Robin Willliams has always been the celebrity I’d like have dinner with, and he’s one of the greatest improvisers I’ve ever seen. When I heard that he’d died, I ended up bawling in the business school where I’d set up camp with my laptop. I spent the night at a friend’s house to watch Good Will Hunting, and wrote most of this on the train ride there.

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