billiards at Ching's house
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2002.11.20
Tonight, Ken Charlie and I went up to Ching's place somewhere in the northern reaches of the city. His folks live at his place, and his mum made us some delicious Chinese dishes. It was a good time; the man has his own pool table (which he describes as a coat-hanger for all the use it gets). But his home might as well have been in Barrie for all I'll be able to find it again.