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The sun woke up as I made my way to work on William Nicol and turned onto Sandton Drive. The Sandton skyline loomed in the dark ahead of me and the morning DJ was making a noise on 5FM. Finally, he shut up and started playing some music. Madonna’s latest hit thumped through the back speakers.
I pulled into the office garage. I was usually the first person there, so it was deserted, except for the half-asleep security guards. I drove down to the basement and parked in my designated spot.
The nightmare was still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t been able to get much sleep after that. I needed to talk to someone, someone who was probably just as whacky as me; someone who would understand. There were a few options to choose from. Most of my friends were on the strange side.
The sound of my old
