dear mr. simmons.

today as i scrolled through my twitter feed on lunch break i read you were going to be signing copies of your book at Borders, next to MSG. i was beyond excited, i ran - not walked- to the subway as soon as 5:30 hit and i was free from work. i spent half the money i currently have cash on your book, stood patiently in a line that coiled around shelves and shelves of books for an hour, and met you. i didn't want to take a picture, i didnt want to post a status about meeting you, i only wanted the opportunity to thank you in person. i thanked you for reminding me to count my blessings and "get to giving" every day via twitter. why did i spend the little bit of precious money and time i have to do this? sometimes a girl struggling to make it in a dream city like NYC needs to feed her mind and soul more than her physical body. your book will do just that for me.