Running up and down numerous stairs, I spot an opening in the grind and dash outside through the back door for a quick cigarette. I perch my perilbottom on an iron balustrade and surveying the passing crowd catch a glimpse of a bespeckled, wizened and familiar face thus leap forth with disconcerting alacrity as his name erupts from my esophagus. His sober countenance comes over with a smile. A brief discussion ensues about 'Above All Gods' and other literary milestones. We chat, smiling at one another, shake hands and part once I had lifted my maxilla up of the floor.

Meeting ones heroes is sometimes more rewarding than one could have ever anticipated.