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I remember the night I met Shaheer, right down to what I was wearing: black hipster jeans, a cropped black and white stripe halter neck and black boots. My hair was waist length and parted in the middle, my make up was piled on with a shovel and I [...]

2014-05-29 // 10 Comments

Do not force the story.

  This one time, I chased this guy like he was the mother fucking Rolling Stones and it all blew up in my overzealous little face. Years ago, I left my birth place of Cape Town in a blaze of glory. Goodbye fuckers! I am outta here. See ya! [...]

2013-12-26 // 12 Comments

Satisfying our appetite.

The weather was so nice this evening that I decided to take a solo stroll around Melbourne City.  I went in and out a few stores and then sat on a bench on Bourke Street and watched the world go by for a bit.  A homeless man asked the person next [...]

2012-09-06 // 6 Comments