Don't be a hater
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2002.09.29
Rrrrr! Today I was told, "Don't be a hater."
I hate that expression! It was the 30th person to call me on my new Toronto phone number blabbing the inane line at me after calling for "Hazel", the girl - and by girl I'm beginning to increasingly think 'prostitute' due to the profusion of men [in addition to the odd woman] who call at all hours) who had my number before me. Hazel, for Christ's sake?