crapped on by a bird again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2002.11.09
Just in case I hadn't had enough bird sh*t this year, it happened again. Three times in one year. Aargh.
twenty-eight years and a million words
Just in case I hadn't had enough bird sh*t this year, it happened again. Three times in one year. Aargh.
You have to be straight with people and your word has got to be your bond.
—John Mudd