I have finally come full circle as a music writing geek.
Tonight, I met Chuck Klosterman—again.
He was hilarious and read from his new, also hilarious, novel (cue raised eyebrows.)
I photocopied an article I had written about meeting him the first time three years ago. It was entitled “Oliva Meets THE Chuck.” I won an award for this article. I am inordinately proud of this fact.
After the reading, redfaced from laughter, I gave him the folded and unfolded photocopy along with an awkward letter of my undying admiration. He addressed me by name and seemed genuinely appreciative of the piece of paper I thrust into his hand. Published in Medium-Town, Washington.
We took a picture together, one of the crowning achievements of my eighteen years on earth.
And, wouldn’t you know it.
He spelled my name wrong.