crapped on by a bird again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one 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-seven years and one million words
Just in case I hadn't had enough bird sh*t this year, it happened again. Three times in one year. Aargh.
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
—Henry David Thoreau