From the gates of hell and back: Yet another tale of how shit gets real ...
I was supposed to report to work at Grocott's Mail on Monday the 2nd of September. I had a profile article to write on the editor, Mr Steven Lang, and I intended it to be a really good one. I knew I had a long week ahead of me the previous evening as I sat high and drunk with my friends in the lounge of our vacation home. Winston, Beezwax and I met in first year. I maintain till this very day that the one thing that brought us together is our mutual appreciation for alcohol, marijuana and beautiful women. What kept us all together, however, is the respect we share as well as the way there is never a dull moment when we all three get together. This was our first time living together under the same roof. I was supposed to have secured myself a room in an on-campus residence for the short vacation - however, I opted rather to keep the cash my mother sent me and make memories with my best friends. I felt bad at the time because I know she's really struggling a lot with paying fo