His home is much as I remember it, posh without pretension. Today though it is a crime scene.
He laments his brew and his bikes, but the widescreen is irrelevant. I suggest going without; he smiles but does not answer.
old pine perch:
sacred ibis arrive
Dutch-Indonesian cuisine and Heineken. We share tales of the tour, hyperbole grown these past four years. A vegetarian meal we order brings to mind a temple visit.
freely, happily to
my old friend
*South African slang for “thug.”