nothing but memories
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2001.09.15
Today was the day I was supposed to be getting married. My, how time flies. Instead I played with some LEGO and worked on my novel.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Today was the day I was supposed to be getting married. My, how time flies. Instead I played with some LEGO and worked on my novel.
You have to be straight with people and your word has got to be your bond.
—John Mudd