A long time ago, maybe 1992, I met an amazing man. He was an historical figure in my young, literary imagination. William S. Burroughs would be one hundred years young this year. He lived in my hometown of Lawrence, Kansas, and was a local celebrity. But I knew his name through his amazing writing, and then one day, I got to meet him. My story is not unusual, as Mr. Burroughs was well-known for wandering Mass Street, hanging at the Town Crier Bookstore, and shopping at the local Dillons for groceries. He came to the recording studio where I worked to make a music video with Ministry. What a day! I'll never forget it, or you, Mr. Burroughs. Thanks for the memory and Happy Birthday. You are missed.
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