when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck
I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off
anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received
“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”
14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking
However you think this story will end is wrong
Why does this keep happening to him? Did the cars find out about Christine?!
u kno when every single app on ur phone is so boring and u think what’s the fucking point. What’s the point of any of this shit. Why do we post photos of ourselves online why do we care what strangers are up to. Why do we keep seeking validation from strangers why is this all happening and why does it matter so much to so many of us
