Chapter 7

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Armed with this sudden burst of tenacious excitement and visions of the beauty of the near future. Some might say we were running away from all our problems but if you think about it, with everything going to shit a trip to Ballito with all the nigga's was a mixture of a happy Birthday Serg and a farewell to Reg.

I thought about inviting Kgabi, or telling Rea I was coming, then both but ultimately decided the Ballito Bay Babes would be much better company than a girl that hates every fibre of my being and/or a girl I'm not very fond of at the moment. After gathering our things and deciding to purchase our drugs and liquor down in Natal to avoid getting locked up on the way there by overzealous metro cops. 5 young guys with hip hop blasting through the stock speakers in a silver beema is always a red flag. We'd always been tenacious to an extent but I believe our relentlessness was inspired by the silver stallion that propelled us into the beauty that is KZN. The warhorse.

--Road Trips--
There's something about road trips. An interlude of sorts. A change of scenery, A chance to reinvent yourself. A short lived trade. The high tempo, fast lived teenage life of your average city kid in exchange for a more chilled out appreciative slow life the coast brings in with every wave that hits the Ballito beaches. Wave after wave after wave, my mind is already in Durban, is already calm. Another sip of Redbull goes down my throat, that's to keep me from sleeping, I can't stop day-dreaming though.
--Road Trips--

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