THE BOUNCER BROUGHT me another beer, this time with a bowl of peanuts to wash it down. He was this weird old guy, dressed like a teddy boy with the long red jacket, sideburns, and a pair of sunglasses. And people thought I was strange.
I’d only made it halfway into Hillbrow before my empty stomach started to protest. There were half a dozen sleazy bars around the Johannesburg train station – not my usual kind of place, but needs must when the devil kicks you repeatedly in the lower abdomen. I’d picked the sleaziest-looking one and made my way into the cool darkness inside, finally taking off my shades as I got out of the blazing midday sun.
“You still alright?” the bouncer asked again as he took away the previous beer bottle and arranged my peanuts on a table within easy reach. “No probl
