Part 7: Party Monster

In high school I had made three new best friends but got particularly close to one.  Little did I know I would be living with this buddy of mine.  I couldn't afford much and travelling was too tiring so I agreed to share rent in a space that meant I would not have my own room.  I crashed in the lounge and since I didn't sleep much in the first place I didn't see a problem with this.  Most of all I needed to be in Durban and away from ST. ANGER. I shared a place with my best buddy, his flatmate and a girl that he battled to get along with.

My best buddy and I got along just fine.  Sharing high school memories, being nerds, superhero fan boys to shout out reaction quotes to particular happenings around us, we were great together, we were the "Dude Where's My Car, The Harold and Kumar goes to White Castle," boys.

Then there was the girl, who later became known as, "she whose name cannot be mentioned."  Now mouse and her did not get along at all.  Being in the dark about the history of her character, little was revealed at a time.  Eventually she moved out before I could comprehend the full force of her character. (We played around with binding and banishing evil spells, perhaps this was the reason).  It concerned me little though since a whole new adventure was about to unfold.

In the first place I lived - "The Hot City Apartment," I discovered my first gay boy infatuation, the nightclub atmosphere of the notorious 330 on point, which came with the discovery of the world of ecstasy.  Falling in supposedly love, being high, sensual hot body massages of glistening sweaty bodies and vibrating bass surging through your entire being while on this little pill that I had once thought I would never touch.

Cleaning up my act and moving away from the world of drugs and forming little fantasies with straight college boys that I would smile sweetly and speak softly too with hopes of the pages turning and unfolding into a Mills and Boon Novel. Yeah right!!! it never happened but I had to believe that in a college filled with students surely there had to be other boys waiting to embrace romance.  I mean the club and drugs certainly lead to nothing but blurry lines of disappointments.  But alas, nothing came of it.  Now I found myself in a whole new area.  Redefinition of my character since I was more experienced and now in a place of somewhat freedom to embrace the ball of trapped energy that lay dormant.  

I became a fully fledged Goth.  The make-up, the jewellery and the accessories and next to find the avenue to express the sub-culture.  It all happened one gloomy night whilst walking down a dark path, (It was actually brightly lit with street lights and crowds of people), a strange but fascinating girl dressed in a Kimono looked up at me and said, "I think you belong in here..."

To be continued...