crapped on again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2016.02.29
Got crapped on by a bird again, today – my fourteenth hit (and first in three years). They say it brings good luck, but I've noticed that the hits tend to come in bunches and I can't say that I've noticed any correlation between those bunches and the occurrence of luck in my life. The whole sordid history is here.