ill in paradise
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Sydney, 2000.07.14
Uch. Sick day. Barely climbed out of bed.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Uch. Sick day. Barely climbed out of bed.
Racism isn't born, folks, it's taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.
—Denis Leary