They say it's all about the journey, not the destination. Well they are liars. Our journey was great but our destination was Ballito Fucking Bae. I called King Drizzles (Audrey), and the first thing that came out of my mouth was "we're on our way".
We hadn't spoken for quite some time so I expected a few of the regular questions like 'where are you going?', 'how you getting there?' or 'my house? Are you out of your fucking minds?' To be fair the last one counted as two, and in typical Audrey fashion, the calm demeanor of a high Morgan Freeman, she says "cool".
A couple hours of talking shit and countless side-of-the-road bathroom breaks (pissing contests mandatory), we were within view of Audrey's family holiday house. A spacious 7 bedroom house with a view that princes would poison their fathers for. Unfortunately we were only staying for one night as we didn't want to interfere with her plans.
When I first met King Drizzles, she was just Audrey, the older girl with the dreads. She struck me as a person with a profound understanding of life. She also struck me as a hardcore stoner, of course back then I had a certain prejudice I held against the life. So you can imagine how incredible a person she had to be to grow on me.
Whenever I needed guidance, I would pay her a visit at her Hatfield home and she would make some special tea, roll a joint and ask me "What did you do now?" Her advice always put things into perspective. Her insane knowledge of this world and its activities never fails to amaze me. Reg and I had decided that she was Mother, earth Mother.
She was like your modern day gypsy. A free spirit.
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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...
