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As an undergrad at St. John's University in Queens, I met several basketball legends and a few influential writers, but no one star struck me quite like David Carr.


He was vulgar and comfortable, charming and intimidating, and had a love for blueberry muffins.


We immortalized our afternoon together with this picture, which he responded with a laugh and a confirmation that "if there's no picture it didn't happen."

In reading his book, you can see the hardships he went through as a human, and of course as a writer. His caper did in fact end too soon, but his voice is one that will ring on and continue to inspire me (as well as my fellow journalist and friend - Oscar Diaz.)


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