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are removed after the elections – how are they going to run a country? Especially this country with its political correctness whenever it suits.
    I say ban politicians.
    And while you are at it, also ban taxis, Morning Live, women’s magazines, Teletubbies, traffic cops, Matric, newspapers, crappy ‘but wait there’s more’ adverts, cyclists, ah fuck, every pathetic shitless thing that is doomed to hopeless failure.
    ‘Stop!’ Kerbs shouted over the music.
    My colon nearly knotted with fright. I slammed on the brake, almost ramming itthrough the floor. The car skidded across the road and came to a halt.
    Even Sky jumped up on the backseat.
    ‘What the fuck?’
    ‘Reverse!’ shouted Kerbs.
    ‘What the fuck?’ Sky repeated.
    We all stared back.
    ‘Give her a lift. She’s also going to MindFuck. Check out her cardboard sign.’
    We were on the N1. The small town of Winburg was on our right-hand side. Under the off ramp stood a girl. Black hair. Skinny, with nice tits. And she needed a lift.
    It was like a sum total you couldn’t get wrong even if you tried.
    1 + 1 = 2
    Or: 3 + 1 = 4
    As easy as that. No two ways about it. We had to take her with.
    ‘No,’ said Sky. ‘Leave her.’
    ‘What the fuck?’ laughed Kerbs. ‘And you’re not even high.’
    ‘We’ll vote.’
    Sky lost, of course.
    I drove backwards the hundred metres or so. She had seen us. She grabbed the blue bag at her feet and came running.
    Sweet, I thought.
    ‘Can I get a lift?’ she asked as Kerbs rolled down the window.
    ‘Hey, I never say no to a nice girl like you. Jump in.’
    ‘Kerbs, where’s your manners? Let the girl sit in front,’ I said.
    Kerbs glared at me. ‘You want her all to yourself, ha?’
    I smiled. ‘Come on, Kerbs. When last did I ask you for something?’
    Kerbs got out and climbed in at the back with Sky. I saw him explaining to Sky how big her tits were. He had this look of satisfaction on his face. Sky only shook his head. I got back on the N1 again.
    ‘So, who are you, where are you going?’ the girl asked.
    ‘We’re going to MindFuck,’ I said. ‘This is Kerbs, Sky and I’m Burns. And you?’
    ‘I’m Tina. But this weekend you can call me Partygirl.’
    ‘Oo-eei!’ Kerbs shouted. ‘Partygirl!’
    I looked at Partygirl. She was genuinely nice. Cherry-red lips, blue-blue eyes and a skin like vanilla yogurt. She wore jeans and a black T-shirt that read: Fit in or fuck off.
    ‘Aren’t you afraid of hiking?’
    ‘No, I always do this. Never had any problems. You’re not going to be the first guys to give me problems, are you?’
    ‘No, we’ll behave ourselves,’ said Kerbs with a devilish smile.
    ‘But I hope not too much,’ she laughed. She turned to me. ‘Especially not you.’ She put her hand on my leg, rubbed a bit higher. I felt myself growing stiff.
    ‘Change the CD,’ Sky shouted from the back.
    ‘Where’s my bag?’ Partygirl asked. Kerbs handed it over from the back. Partygirl ruffled through her things and removed one of the Springbok Nude Girls’ CDs. The Fat Lady Sings. ‘I want to get Arno Carstens to autograph it for me.’ She slipped the CD into the front-loader and skipped to track 2. It was ‘Blue Eyes’.
    Partygirl closed her eyes as the guitarstarted playing. After a while she said: ‘I love this song. It’s about suicide amongst policemen, did you know?’
    I shook my head. Arno’s haunting voice filled the car. Even Kerbs fell silent. We simply listened.

TRACK 09
Allemanskraal Dam
    Just before twelve we turned off to Aldam. We made our way down the curving road, past the trees, and later the big dam wall. As a child of the Free State, for me this was one of the big dams. I only knew Allemanskraal Dam and Erfenis Dam. Erfenis Dam where we went fishing when my grandpa was still alive. Every once in a while we went to Aldam for a weekend or only for the day. I remembered the game reserve where you had to look around damn hard before seeing anything at all.