My story is a bit shorter.

Long ago, I had a touch more brandy than I probably should've at The Winston (one of Durban's alternative pubs). I went outside for a breath of fresh air and encountered a girlfriend I hadn't seen for years, sitting on a low wall with some acquaintences. As she was telling me how her mother was murdered and hung during a robbery, an unknown white male sitting next to her started trying to get my attention. Obviously, I ignored him (my friend was basically telling me of her mother's demise), but he persisted. Eventually, after realising that mere words weren't doing the trick, he yelled, "HEY BITCH!" and grabbed at my leg. My knee-jerk reaction was to kick him square in the shin with my steel-toed New Rocks. He fell off the wall and went fetal on the sidewalk. Thankfully, my fiance and a mate rounded the corner as it happened and steered me away from the scene, preventing further escalation. The moral of the story is that: R3 000 New Rocks are more effective than R7 000 sunglasses.