sick from MSG
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2001.07.15
The Chinese food at 2 AM was definately a mistake. By the time I was moving, it was well passed noon. No matter. Back to the cinema for the extremely violent Kiss of the Dragon, then off for wonderful sushi at Sushi Supreme on Yonge at Davisville, this time, then drinks at a place called Original's, which wasn't. On the way to the pub, Jon showed Chako and me the neighbourhood where he grew up. The house is gone, but he could still place the property. Just as with my grandfather's old school, which led to the amusing incidents of the 14th of June (see below).