crapped on by a bird - again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2002.02.16
Wuh, it happened again - crapped on by a bird. Maybe now my luck will turn around.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Wuh, it happened again - crapped on by a bird. Maybe now my luck will turn around.
Every great cause begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.
—Eric Hoffer, The Temper of Our Time