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So occasionally people doubt that I am actually here, no pics of me standing in front of places....What can I say...I make a better door than a Window.

Well I have been Busy trying to kick the PT practice into overdrive and implementing New Software, New Computers and trying to keep sane while my new boss learns all the in's and outs and slowly becomes more of an asset than an ass...

Also been working on a rewrite for a screenplay, doing what it takes to get at least one of these stories I've worked on ready for reading from the "industry" aka a nerdy gatekeeper intern.

Had a visitor...yes a visitor, had a great time. We explored many places, blazed a couple trails, did the snorkling thing, went to a Lua....had to shit 72 times over the next day because of large amounts of greasy pig I devoured.

So now I'm back on board.

And to people who want to remember what I look like...

Bellows

So went to a party at a cottage at Bellows Air Force or Army base, I can't remember,

On the way there went on a new route via H3...hawaii H 3 like they only have 3 roads. So it's like hey you should get on Interstate Hawaii 1 2 or 3. There is No 4, at least I don't think there is?

Beautiful place, hidden, beach cove that is surrounded by cliff's and ridges and rocks and littel islands off shore, water is green blue turqoise and refreshing..it was kinda cold when I jumped in.

A nice time was had by all, I was up late night downing a few beers and trying to cook some brat's on the grill....of course it was as follows, Dave with a lighter with a bunch a charcoals and lighter fluid at 2 am....hungry cold incoherent, but I managed to burn my hand a few times trying to light paper on fire and then throw it on the grill, man it took a long time, of course then the shit was 800degrees and close to the food so it was charcoal burnt ash on the outside raw on the inside...

Stomach problems were a plenty.


So I awake with a taste of fricking ash tray from the grill in my mouth, I'm covered in sand (forgot about that late night dive into the ocean) staring at Frank the Tank and I'm taking a guess is new squeeze... of course you slept with a bathing suit and a small one at that so not all was so bad when my eyes opened...

Cotton Mouth couldn't talk, limping to the bathroom with sand in my crotch.
Feet covered in Hot sauce? and dirt? and other blackening spices?
Suffice to say, I couln't get out of there fast enough.


Other Pics are of this small state park I found on the other side of Tantalus, or a little further down the road past where I shit in the woods.

Nice little walk way and killer view of Honolulu.