tiresome bank business
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 1999.10.20
I called the bank fukkas. They told me to go to my branch for a copy of the letter of standing. I said to myself 'Yeah, I bet'.
twenty-seven years and one million words
I called the bank fukkas. They told me to go to my branch for a copy of the letter of standing. I said to myself 'Yeah, I bet'.
There is no security upon this earth. There is only opportunity.
—Douglas MacArthur