Good People.

You know when you have something that's been traveling around with you that you've been meaning to read for several months now, but just haven't found the time yet, and you'll get to it eventually, it's just that you're so busy, and...

Well. I finally got to this: "Good People" by David Foster Wallace, who hung himself on my birthday last year.

He's one of those guys who I knew was good, but hadn't read. It's only four pages. Take the time.