st. patricks day of the dead
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2012.03.17
Tonight as I made my way home through a curiously persistent mist, my route was dogged by small groups of stumbling, mumbling zombies.
Only in green, claiming to be 1/64th Irish, and heading to a bar to watch Hockey Night In Canada. Happy St. Patrick's day, everyone.