4 KICK THE BUCKET
“What’s the job you’re being interviewed for?” Gee asked.
I glanced sideways at the disguised reaper and smirked at how apt he looked wearing my Bring Me the Horizon hoodie and Slipknot bandana. “It’s a copywriter position for Webbed Security,” I said.
“Huh?”
“It’s an IT security company.”
He hopped from brick to brick, playing a game of hopscotch with the pavement. “Why does an IT security company need a copywriter?”
Good question. “For marketing, I presume.”
“Man, this job sounds like it’s going to suck so much.”
“Hey,” I interjected, “some positivity here, please.”
As we crossed the road, he shut his trap, only flipping the bird at an impatient driver who nearly flattened us with his silver Merc and still had the audacity to hoot. Johannesburg drivers in traf
