farewell to drug dealers
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2003.09.01
I suspect that my drug-dealing neighbours may have moved out. The non-stop stream of kids coming to their door day and night has... stopped. Nor have I seen the indiv's who seemed to live there, for the last week or so. And since someone always seemed to be around in the middle of the day, I can report that the music and TV sounds are gone as well.
Maybe they just went back to school.