(four fingers)
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2012.01.26
I asked Kenny, "Do you know what tomorrow is?"
He looked at me, then his mum, and held up four fingers.
twenty-seven years and one million words
I asked Kenny, "Do you know what tomorrow is?"
He looked at me, then his mum, and held up four fingers.
You can sometimes fool the fans, but you can never fool the players.
—Jack Stack