crapped on again (yes again)
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2018.08.12
While fishing, it happened again. One of these days, I expect some luck to come my way.
twenty-eight years and a million words
While fishing, it happened again. One of these days, I expect some luck to come my way.
It's better to be king of your silence than slave of your words.
—Shakespeare