Well,
Turned out that the many hideous semi gangsters looking after the street thought that my mate's matric card was his cop id card. Luck, pure luck got us through the day. To think, outnumbered, out iron barred, outshouted, hmm just about everything but we were just there and luck was on our side.
Luck oh dear luck, the banshee was also still there and dared enough to give my Gentle giant the look and to cap it off, he was kinda giving back a somewhat interested feedback look. I pulled everyone back and cautiously left the place vowing never to return fearing the possibility of looking at my friends nauseating reply look to the banshee's sexual inquest.
The next day.
Nobody talked about it. The whole day in class and not a word except a remider bybthe instigator of the incident that we better pray before we have our lunch. A sudden religious outburst by my formerly 'let' have fun' mate. Well, well, good things do come out of shitty things sometimes. We prayed together for the first time in 9 months of friendship.
