I started writing out a Journal a page fucking long.
Decided it was too lengthy so here's what happened, TL;DR style:

Max Brooks (The Zombie Survival Guide/WWZ) came to my Creative Writing class as a guest speaker.
The class was evaluating my poetry assignment.
My professor gave him a copy. He read it and then gave me a huge pep
talk during his lecture and then another one after class.
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I had no idea he was coming and I guess the timing was perfect.
My poem was titled Coffee Table Masochism ( which is a dramatic
reading about a stubbed toe ) and he apparently
really liked it and was surprised since he's writing something about
torture and physical pain right now. Being good friends with my
professor and partially because I write some good shit for the class,
I'm assuming she was talking to him about my stuff since he called
me out by my first name. He basically told me that he liked my poem and that
I had a distinct writing voice
and that it was 'rare'. Whereas I told him that my 'voice' was always sarcastic,
cynical, biting and mean. My professor agreed and also added 'funny' to the list.
Bless her heart. And basically he gave me the talk of my life about
pursuing talent and passion and all that good stuff.
But the way he yelled about it was so fucking passionate that it made me feel smaller
than usual. He also said a lot of interesting things in general about writing
that I really can use later on.

But yeah, I wish I can remember everything he said. Maybe I'll make some comics
about it. I had a blast. The man is hilarious.


He also doesn't like L4D.