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farewell to drug dealers

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one 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.

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov