It wasn't old, it was just dirty. The owner of the car had been admitted to rehab and since all his family and friends had disowned him, the car stayed uncared for outside his unfenced house. Just before he was taken away we had quite the conversation. It began with him giving me a lecture on the dynamics behind courting a girl and ended with a tone of ambiguous slurs which I'm guessing translated to 'I love you man. You're like, the best... ever. If you ever... ever need anything, anything you come to me okay?' I know for sure he said 'I love you man' because he was embracing me. And as a product of that conversation I figured he wouldn't mind if we smoked in his car while he was away, as long as we kept it in one piece.
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Silver Beema
General FictionA gripping tale on the transcredible exploits of a young man, a car and his virginity. This is just the first of many stories to come from With(in)sanity. Authors: Lesego Morris-Motea and Jason Nqobani Moyo. Parental advisory [Explicit content] Cons...
