Half past five, I’m ill and have been for the past three days and I am lying on my brothers living room couch, fully dressed by the way.
Oh, you know, my nephew has been arrested, my brother is on holiday, my other nephew and the girlfriend of said arrested nephew were too scared to stay on their own, the usual… NOT 😦
I blame my mum, of course, she is poisening this family and take the tense situation coupled with alcohol and you get a desperate teenager.
Seriously, if I were to stand on the outside, looking into my family I’d say Assies but we’re not, we are just totally unable to comprehend what is happening to our picture perfect family.
I mean, fancy me calling my eldest, the cop in a couple of hours who, incidentally, still thinks I am sleeping in the room next door to him and say: “son, do us a favour, go and bail out your cousin from the police station, shouldn’t be too difficult, after all, you work there” – outsch :-((((((
How on earth are we going to get through this, how much did my dad hear last night, how is it going to affect him?