tied back in this ponytail thing that
looked really girly. I looked like
Maxwell. The guards closed the
door behind me, and this creepy old
dude yelled out in Zulu from the
back, “Ha, ha, ha! Hhe madoda!
Angikaze ngibone indoda enhle
kangaka! Sizoba nobusuku
obuhle!” “Yo, yo, yo! Damn, guys.
I’ve never seen a man this beautiful
before. It’s gonna be a good night
tonight!”
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
Right next to me as I walked in
was a young man having a complete
meltdown, talking to himself,
bawling his eyes out. He looked up