So are you an inmate or a rubbernecker?" she asks. "Rubbernecker," I answer without hesitation. "You?" "I'm a screw. Or on staff, anyway. Used to be an inmate. Repeat offender. Crimes against my body. Puking sickness followed by heroin, which led to ...
Traffic in Joburg is like the democratic process. Every time you think it's going to get moving and take you somewhere, you hit another jam.
Fashion is only different skins for different flavours of you.
I smile thinly, to make it clear that this will happen when hell turns into a family friendly summer resort.
You have to get up pretty early in the morning to invent the news.
