think your Monday morning sucked?
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2012.10.01
My Monday morning started with the sight of someone being arrested in the parking lot of a convenience store. No matter what happened for the rest of the day, I knew my day was going better than it was for that unfortunate woman (who, to editorialize, seemed from body language and the resigned look on the cops face to be where she belonged).