Another one bites the dust!
Do you remember the song Another One Bites the Dust ? That was a classic hit from the '80s, a track that instantly transports me back in time whenever I hear it. Back then, a night at the disco meant hearing that song on repeat, with teeny boppers dancing and grooving like there was no tomorrow. It was pure, unfiltered fun. We were young, reckless, and newly married when we attended a friend's gig in Kroonstad. He was the DJ at a lively teeny bopper event, and the atmosphere was electric—girls dressed in shimmering outfits with big hair, boys rocking denim, leather jackets, long locks, and maybe an earring or two. Alcohol was strictly off-limits for the partygoers since they were underage, but that didn’t stop my partner—who was, of course, much older—from indulging. He was never good at holding his liquor, yet stubbornly convinced himself otherwise. As expected, we ended up quarreling over who would drive. He hated giving up the car keys, and that night was no exception. ...