A friend of mine has a big farm in the desert and she picks up feathers and roadkill for me then makes it into clothes. I think it's cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs I'd feel honored.
I lived at home and I cycled every morning to the railway station to travel by train to Johannesburg followed by a walk to the University carrying sandwiches for my lunch and returning in the evening the same way.
