Stephen King. I used to have a very vivid and active imagination as a kid, but that died away pretty quick. But reading stuff from Stephen King, I often feel that this isn’t true, after all, or at least not so much.
Not the best author, but he has a way to grip you with his own ideas, and reading his shit always feels like an adventure to me, kind of like when I was six and spent three hours playing in old ass basements. It was awesome.
Thing is with his stories, I always end up trying to imagine what goes on after they’re done, or what could have happened in between, or before, and sometimes it goes really far. I love his stories, but most of his endings completely suck. But I think he does it on purpose, so that you keep thinking bout shit later.
Kind of sad that I need a kick in the ass to get my imagination going, I admit that, but at least it’s cool to know it isn’t entirely dead, no?
Also Bruce Lee. Fuck you guys, he’s not dead.