(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.
When a man opens a car door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife.
—Prince Philip