Harlan Ellison was a God damned pain in the ass. I’ll miss him.

Harlan Ellison was a God damned pain in the ass. I’ll miss him.

The writer Harlan Ellison died yesterday. He was a brilliant, irritating, iconoclastic, inflexible force of nature. I cannot imagine him being 84 years old, and death is exactly the sort of inconvenience he’d never put up with. Harlan (everyone just called him “Harlan”) began his writing career by joining a street gang, undercover, and then…