ate some wheat
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2019.09.26
On the weekend, I ate some wheat. By Tuesday, this had happened. It's why my hands are covered in small scars.
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twenty-seven years and one million words
On the weekend, I ate some wheat. By Tuesday, this had happened. It's why my hands are covered in small scars.
I'd see the publicity guy come on the set and I'd go hide in the rafters. The crew would be like, ‘I haven't seen him.' And then they'd leave and I'd go back to work. Because that's what's fun: the doing, not the talking.
—Kurt Russell