It’s amazing what a simple bike ride will do for you. Other than the heatstroke and the shocking cycling tan that I have just received (Which is sure to get me ridiculed at the beach) it has cleared my head for the week of writing ahead.
Other than that, I saw something hilarious on the drive back from Tokai. I got to the robots on
He walked up and without saying a word showed me the peanuts
“No thanks” I said with an air of grace (Don’t fucking know why I wrote “air of grace”)
“One cent” He slurred
I knew know he was trying to fuck with my head. One cent? Buddy, they stopped making those like 10 years ago.
I said nothing and just stared at him.
Then a pearler
“Two cent” He said
“Please just something for food”
Fucking food? You can afford to buy Brutal Fruit at, like, R30 a 6-pack and you can’t afford food? Maybe if you stop boozing and doing Tik and weed you won’t have so much of the munchies.
No! Stop playing these fucked up mind games I’m having none of it!
“No” I said sternly
He then walked away and when he walked back past me he said something that sounded like this “Sup booms”
What the fuck he was talking about? I have no idea! Booms? I think he should stop smoking the “boom” (reefer, weed, whatever you want to call it)
It was at this moment that I cast my eye around for his crack pipe and the Filipino hooker that he has evidently been snorting coke off. I saw nothing but I did see some bushes. He probably keeps all his drugs there. I was so shocked by this whole situation that I’m trying to pretend it did not happen. So after this post I will never mention it again. Crazy times down by my side of the city.
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