Pretty much everything that you’d find described within the tissue thin sheets of the cheaper kind of pulp fiction found at the bottom of the bargain bin at your local used bookstore, has descended on my life within the last 168 hours. It has rained down in mighty blows with the vengeance of a hung …
Bodies. Rachel and Mike’s bodies were found a few hours ago near the railway tracks in Lion’s Bay. Sad. It is hard to know what to say.
Interesting runaway night. I left home with about 20 bucks in my pocket, and a hit of ex which I figured would help me battle my sleep deprived state. By the time I got home this morning, I had 200 odd bucks, a big sack ‘o salvia
Infected was great, but I was sadly not able to enjoy it as much as I would have if I hadn’t had this damn cold. I couldn’t dance at all. Hell I could hardly breathe. The cold left my nose, but settled in my chest with a vengance. It still feels like I’m trying to …
Okay, I’m alive. Or at very least, mobile again. By Thursday morning it was time to pay the piper. The month’s activities finally took their toll, and I came down with one fucker of a head cold and was starting to feel it in my chest too. I spent all of friday and saturday horizontal …