(four fingers)
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one 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-seven years and one million words
I asked Kenny, "Do you know what tomorrow is?"
He looked at me, then his mum, and held up four fingers.
There is no honest way to explain [The Edge] because the only people who know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
—Hunter S. Thompson