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.
I'd see the publicity guy come on the set and I'd go hide in the rafters. The crew would be like, ‘I haven't seen him.' And then they'd leave and I'd go back to work. Because that's what's fun: the doing, not the talking.
—Kurt Russell