"i have no friends"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2012.06.08
The Boy was looking out the window, forlorn, as his sister cried endlessly behind him. "I have no friends," he said. "no one wants to play with me." I wanted to tell him, "Wait 'til you're forty!" But it's something that's concerned me. We've been unable to make friends in this neighborhood.