The Findings Of The 3rd Halfpenny

How did we get here... Gifted with an alluringly 3 prepossessing lines of coke. Whitest of white as innocent as baby powder spaced and distributed perfectly. 

“Here, it’s your turn, you’ve had it before?...”. gazing back with great black doe eyes, I hadn't. That's the night I exploded my white line cherry.

But I swore coming down the Umhlanga highway, glaring at the silver indian ocean crashing on a salty overcast day, coming from a place where the water is like ice and the people move around with the bluest of blue blood surging through there magnificents & glory. Great White sharks moving in a glassy discrete uninterrupted motion. 

I will not be the same girl who left the quiet “fishing village”.  I had arrived back with pronounced heartache & dismissiveness, with a bitter distaste in my mouth similar to that of Zopervan, cold tears running down my warm crimson Capetonian french kissed cheeks. 

Repeating, “ I'm not the same girl anymore. I have some issues.

Lets fucking do this.

I polished the toilet seat to a diamond sparkle... What was to come nobody was prepared for... This was just the beginning.