That�s it. What else really do you need to know about me? I could tell you I�m in the 18-24 age range (but I won�t tell you which side I�m closest to), I love to eat cheese and ice cream, but not necessarily together, I read a lot but not as much as I should, I play cards with Mrs. Covington every Friday night, I mean, I could tell you all about this kind of stuff, but it�s not important.
Ok. Fine. I�ll tell you a couple more things. I have lived in a mall before. I have five best friends. One is an older Jewish woman who carries big purses. One is an older British woman who loves cards and gin. One is a Viking who has returned to salvage his family�s name, one is a speed-racing carnie and one is Miles.
I am a writer who works for the mafia. Miles is a scientist who discovered that scraping the resin from your brain stem can get you really fucked up.
Or at least he thinks it might. No one has yet volunteered to participate in his study.
One day I will be a great crime boss like my hero, Virginia Covington. Until then, I am just a young woman with a few goons. And a lackey.
Oh, and I HATE Peggy Hill. That�s important too. You really need to know that, because if you like Peggy Hill I may punch you.
There, I said it.
And see, I just proved that I really am a mentally unstable fucking whore.
Cause after I punch you I�ll probably go sleep with some random guy.
It�s all true, if you believe things that are complete lies.
Perception is reality.
Love,
Afrika Jones