We’ve all had those nights where drunken sex with a witch in a blood pentagram under a full moon on the roof of your favourite Johannesburg nightclub summons a hard-drinking demon who changes the fate of the human race forever. Right? No? Just me, then? ⛥♠⛥ Follow this page for decadent twisted tales of mystery, … Continue reading ♠⛥Welcome⛥♠

♠⛥ The End ⛥♠

This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end of our elaborate plans The end of everything that stands OK, maybe not everything. But it's the end of these regular weekly blogs/posts/podcasts. For a while, at least. Why? I'm getting old. As simple as that. I need to prioritize … Continue reading ♠⛥ The End ⛥♠

♠ Fate’s warning ♠

“This is nuts. You’re going to kill millions to create your vision of the world.” “Oh yes,” agreed Debbie. “It’s for the …” “Greater good?” ventured Connor. “The Nazis practiced genocide on an industrial scale. What you’re proposing will make that seem like a bar brawl. In an empty bar.” Debbie beamed at him, mouth … Continue reading ♠ Fate’s warning ♠

♠ No more mister nice guy ♠

“Wait.” Connor looked from Debbie to Dale. “If I have any kind of virus, then the radiation, or whatever, given off by this clown,” he gestured to the top bunk where Dale had hidden himself under a blanket, “will be killed along with me?” Dale’s breath was quickening. Connor hoped it was because of the … Continue reading ♠ No more mister nice guy ♠

♠ Angel of death ♠

Connor had to tear his eyes away from Debbie’s smile – and her more distracting assets – when Dale started whooping like a banshee on heat. The kid had leaped off the bed and was bouncing around in circles, whirling his arms above his head and spraying saliva everywhere. “Are you sure he’s been tested?” … Continue reading ♠ Angel of death ♠

♠ Welcome home (sanitarium) ♠

“I haven’t got the virus. I’ve been tested.” “Then you’ll die from something else. Suffocated in your sleep, most probably. If you live that long.” Connor walked the three paces to the door and pulled on the handle. “You’re funny. I like you. I’m Dale. Did I mention that?” “You mentioned that you were going … Continue reading ♠ Welcome home (sanitarium) ♠

♠ Enter Sandman ♠

Connor woke with a searing headache and blurred vision on the bottom bunk in another small room. At least he wasn’t tied up this time. He sat on the flimsy mattress and rubbed his head, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. He looked around the room. Harsh fluorescent tube lights tried to … Continue reading ♠ Enter Sandman ♠

($) The final cut ($)

If you save regularly, in a disciplined manner, prioritize your savings goals and control your monthly expenses, you have a good chance of building wealth over your working career. At the very least, you should be able to avoid the worst financial pitfalls that affect even the rich and famous. Take control of your money. … Continue reading ($) The final cut ($)

♠ Needled 24/7 ♠

“Remind me. Are we now the good guys or the bad guys? Are we on our way to overthrow the government, or is today the day we unleash a mutated strain of virus on innocent women and children?” “Does it matter? You’re a hired gun. People used to offer you cash. Now I’m offering your … Continue reading ♠ Needled 24/7 ♠

($) Tattooed millionaire ($)

Building wealth - delayed gratification - is just as hard as exercising or playing guitar. Hence the title of this book. It might even be the hardest thing you ever do. There are few tangible benefits early on. Quite the opposite, in fact. Everyone around you will have better things than you. They will seem … Continue reading ($) Tattooed millionaire ($)

♠ Bandaged knees ♠

“I see you haven’t changed at all.” Connor wasn’t used to being smacked around by women he didn’t know. Not before dinner, maybe a couple of drinks. He peered up at this one, but the halo of the naked bulb behind her head obscured his vision. “Have we met? Do I still owe you money? … Continue reading ♠ Bandaged knees ♠