…and when I’m here I’m home.

Growing up in supposedly ‘scummy’ places like ‘Toti grants something that the typical uninterested, barely passing, silver spoon in mouth tool I used to tutor at the University of Cape Town can never purchase — character

I sincerely and non-ironically hope parents’ connections can organise a secure career for those sorts. Without knowing crap about daily grind struggle and surviving without a trust-fund, genuinely knuckling down and dealing with hard shit is just going to become something to endlessly bitch about on social media. That’s a reality that no amount of selfies at hotshit venues, new apple products and constant non-affordable overseas trips can ever anaesthetise.