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.
The race is not always to the swift, nor the fight to the strong, but that's the way to bet.
—Damon Runyon