I’ll tell you one thing about Christians, they’ve got the monopoly on guilt. Hell, I don’t even go to church or practise Christianity, but when I do bad shit, the guilt comes thick and fast.
I’ve been meaning to post for a long fucking time, I was in a good routine y’know? People they used to say, ‘Yeah, that SlickTiger guy, funny fucker. Posts every day, EVERY DAY. We love him. We want him in and around our mouths.’
Now they say, ‘Yeah, that SlickTiger guy, what a jerk. He had something going there for awhile, but it’s clear he ain’t got the stones to see it through. He’s dead to us now.â€
Well, I got news Party People, like a cockroach scuttling out the drain after the last nuke wipes humanity out for good, I’m back, and I’m badder than ever 😉
Since I last checked in, crazy shit has gone down. I packed my life up in record time, jumped in The Red Baron and blazed a trail of fire clear across this beautiful, fucked up country of ours.
Joburg showed me its true face just as I left. I saw it the last time the sun set, just as I was about to get on the N1 to Bloem. Its true face looks like this:
I rolled into Bloem late, my schedule was tight as a drum because my new company had organised a 3 day conference that they really wanted me to attend which started ON the day I was originally going to arrive in CT.
Bloemfontein is a ghost town at 9 on a Monday night. I could count the other cars I saw on one hand. A stray dog nosed through some garbage. An empty chip packet blew scraping down the road.
The next day I got up at 4.30, showered and left by 5. There was about an hour’s grace before the heavens opened like a floodgate and I drove the next 6 hours in rain that fell so heavy it was coming down in sheets.
Try overtaking trucks in weather like that. Visibility is zero, but it’s ok because you can see the other car’s headlights right?
Fuck no. I counted about 15 trucks and cars that were driving with their headlights off, and in every one of those cars I saw my own death, splattered at 120 km/h all over the asphalt.
I’d be worm food if it weren’t for porn. It saved my life – click this sentence to find out how.
I hit Stellenbosch at around 4.30 and headed straight to Cheetah Outreach where I found her feeding four cheetahs. She had one by the scruff of his neck, a huge handful of fur between her fingers.
‘Hey!’ I said, ‘Stop hurting the animals.’
She turned around to give me a piece of her mind, but stopped mid sentence when she saw it was me.
Two and a half weeks – I could see the difference in her. She’s more tanned, she looks relaxed, more at home here than she was back in the Big Smoke, stuck behind a reception desk, whiling her time away filling in vet boards and staring at nothing.
She hugged me and the feeling of her all soft and skinny against me was good the way a cold drink on a hot day is good, the way a deep sleep after a hard day is good, good right down to your bones.
13 hours later I’m sitting in a bus with my new co-workers, singing ‘The Wheels On The Bus Go Round and Round’ into a microphone plugged into the dashboard.
6 hours after that I’m line dancing to ‘Sexy Back’ and smashing Jager-bombs into my face with what I can only describe as hordes of women.
In life sometimes, you just go with it. If you’re me, you take that a step further.
I could go on about the conference, a lot went down over the three days, but I think the word I’m looking for to sum it all up here is ‘radass’. I invented that word, you can use it but you have to reference this blog 😉
The weekend was amazing. J-Rab and I hit Bikini Beach near Gordon’s Bay and on Sunday went to meet my buddy Scatter’s 4 week old daughter.
It’s amazing how perfect babies come out. They’re finished so neatly, ten fingers, ten toes (hopefully) tiny mouth, fat arms and legs. Then they grow up and get all funny-looking and full of imperfections, flaws and fuck-ups.
And now I’m in the thick of things. The new job has started guns blazin’ but you know me, it’s nothing I can’t handle 😉 Oh, before I forget, here’s a pic of me on the first night I arrived at my new place:
Tune in tomorrow for a post I like to call ‘SlickTiger Meets Gary The Cannibal’.
Ka-Pow!
-ST
Put some pants on and hide those faggy boxers. And what’s with the whipped pussy glass you drinking from? After a trip like that you need to grab the bottle and down it – ONE TIME.
Oh yeah, nice to have some new material to read.
Jonno, my good man, I’m not sure if you really focussed in on that pic. I want you to really focus in on that pic, especially the island scene gridding my loins.
Focus in on that island scene. Ahh. Feel that cool ocean breeze. I can get you a pair just like those Jonno.
C’mon. You know you want one. Island beach scene. Just say the word…
-ST
YAY! Dude, come back to Jozi! The company is falling to shit without you!
Aside from that, look me in the eyeball and tell me for true that last pic wasn’t taken post-coital? Cos then like, you’d really be awesome. Like radass awesome.
*bows down to thee*
So good to have you back in my reader, you were missed shithead.
xx
Sheebee, c’mon! LOOK at the smug satisfaction plastered all over that face-only-a-mother-could-love!
Pretty obvious what just went down – I don’t just parade around in boxers that awesome for nothin!
Good to know I was missed, thanks for the props yo 😉
-ST