Dunno about you guys, but I have had it up to here with Kampala night spots. I’m “proper” tired of all these teenagers dressed like they came from some new G-Unit video…with no fashion consultant…I mean, seriously people, I should not be able to see my reflection in / on the surface of those jeans. Its ridiculous.
Plus, I don’t like the fact that I can’t do squat about some kid pouring my drink coz its (the kid in question) is high on some cheap brew…and his inability to give me a good reason to let him off the hook. The following words do not, I repeat, NOT console me at all, ” Be easy!”
WTF? Be easy? Dude, do you know what I had to do to get this drink? For all you care I gathered my life savings, or the money I had borrowed to place bets on racing sea horse and used it on that drink..and now you want me to BE EASY? Anywho, lesson learnt, next time I save up, I’m buying a pistol, yeah, tell me to er, BE EASY then.
Then it feels like a bizarre flash back when I head on out. I’m not saying I don’t appreciate seeing old faces…well, young exuberant,naive faces are in, but hey…details,right? As I was saying, i don’t mind seeing peeps from my past…I just don’t like that they seem to remember me as the guy that bought them beers. Go on, give me a break. Seriously, i didn’t buy you vanilla flavoured water back then, no way am I going to buy you yeast and barley now. and don’t say I OWE you. If you didn’t take the fall, or give me your notes back in school…LET ME BE…
And I don’t see any reason why I should answer the “you’re lost” remark. Atti I’m lost? Have you been looking for me? Why?
You know what, to avoid all this stuff, I feel strongly …no…scratch that, I’m for a weekend in Jinja..