crapped on by a bird for the twentieth time
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Kawasaki, Japan, 2022.05.04
It's happened for the first time in nearly three years - hit with shit yet again. Something of a milestone this time, this was my twentieth through the course of my life. They say it's good luck; to them I say May the fourth be with you always.