Pete woke to a grinding sound. Tom was crouched over the hull, drill in both hands, turning the crank. There were holes already—dark circles punched through to the sea below. Water was seeping in, thin streams like threads of glass.

A comedy following the sophisticated daily dealings of two high society trash collectors.

Cocaine—what a drug. What a wonderful, painful, beautiful drug. Yellowish-white in rock form or just white straight powder, cut up into...

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Chapter 1: The Making of a Dreamer In the sprawling farmlands outside Johannesburg, South Africa, where the red earth stretched endlessly...