Don't be afraid. That should have been the tip-off. But I was perfectly delirium tremens for the rascal and told him I trusted him. Meanwhile back at the Metropolitan I went off like a rocket. Besides, dagga is a marvelous hormone cocktail.
Dagga is all the rage.
Everyone smokes dagga in South Africa. When I gave him the twenty rand he agreed to get me the dagga and return the next day. At midnight he left. Only now does the official story begin. Appearances, you know.