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Boikie, You Better Believe it
註釋My pa sees things. Not just muggings and knife fights and hot-wired cars and men dressed like women with purple hair and all the ordinary things you see in the streets of Hillbrow every day. I mean other sorts of things. Like ... like dreams and visions and auras and ... things. Sometimes I think it's the spirits. I don't mean real spirits, like in spooks, but spirits that come from looking too deep into a brandy bottle at Charlie's Corner. But then again there are other times. There are those times when Pa runs his fingers through his long ginger beard and his hair stands on end like a dirty, tangled halo and he leans back in his chair with his brown-stitched cowboy boots on the table in front of me and his voice rumbles and rolls like a suburban bus and he fixes me with his one twinkling good eye and he say to me, "Boikie, you better believe it. "And all of a sudden, especially if I can't smell the brandy on his breath, I'm not so sure any more. Does Pa really see things that other people can't see? Or has he just been tasting too much of Mr Rahim's special masala and jeera and ground and red chilli mix again?