(four fingers)
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2012.01.26
I asked Kenny, "Do you know what tomorrow is?"
He looked at me, then his mum, and held up four fingers.
twenty-eight years and a million words
I asked Kenny, "Do you know what tomorrow is?"
He looked at me, then his mum, and held up four fingers.
The point isn't revenge. It is justice. Revenge is like a wave that washes up on shore - it always washes back out again. Justice is like the shore - it's still there after the wave comes and goes.
—commenter "JP" on a Rolling Stone article about the crooks running Wall Street