"not really, dude"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2014.08.24
I asked Ken something today, and he told me, "not really dude."
twenty-eight years and a million words
I asked Ken something today, and he told me, "not really dude."
When I was a teenager I was sure I'd be dead before I was thirty. Let's just say that I am well into some serious gravy time now but sometimes I wonder if I am actually dead and this is hell.
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