The past couple of months I have been spending a lot of time at the Rock race track in Benoni where South-african drifting is finally coming out of its teething stages and becoming a serious crowd drawer.

I took the fear, I made it strong, I built a bridge to walk upon. Wednesday, December 17, 2008. One day I will move away from these narrow little themes but in the mean time this is the second short story I am attempting. I am using a different writing style this time the characters are less idealised so the writing is les poetic than the style I used in Vanilla. He tried to ignore the inhabitants of the cells on his way; they all had that look in their eyes, even thos.

There are 365 days in a year, each of the posts in this blog will represent 365 people that influenced a life at some point or another. I have no other way to sum up these ten years except to say.