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Neil Gaiman as featured on The Moth.

Fumbling through the archives of The Moth, I nearly shrieked with prepubescent glee when I saw this story. Gaiman is definitely one of my most favorite storytellers. Regardless of the medium (he’s a New York Times best-selling author, a masterful orator, and one of the most talented graphic novel authors of all time who managed to reshape the entire industry with his first major series, The Sandman, and I wish to have his babies post-haste), he has never failed to engage me with his poofy Halloween hair and a voice that reminds me of Cadbury Fruit & Nut. Here, he is in top form, offering a story about waiting at a train station for his parents at the supple age of sixteen.