The Titular Line. A Memoir

The titular line that everyone wants to hear is not always near, or far. Sometimes it comes through as a thump, a bird chirp, or the wind blowing on its way to find more popsicles and hair to flare and arouse. I hardly have the time to keep up with my hair with all four of the things I have to do in the same 24 hours Elon Musk has to run multiple multi million dollar companies. I'm still the coolest dude to hit the streets with my backwards hats and overalls drinking my coke zero talking to the good people that are so clearly on their way.

I have these conversations with people that feel so inclined to tell me things and express themselves like I was their google search engine. Like Sam Witwicky said in the movie Transformers “you have a very trustworthy face, like an Asian Kernel Sanders, a man I can trust'', except I don’t look Asian but I don't play about my fried chicken. They say good friends are hard to come by, and there are moments in my life where I was that friend in passing, one drunk, stoned, kava’d out night of pure adventure to never see them again in the waking hours. Of course this memoir will touch on what's going on with me; as someone who's not emotional but constantly says “I feel you” like yes I feel you and I pray you are well on this pristine evening of our Lord, Tuesday, March the 14th.

I'd like to know how you're doing, I pray this memoir finds you well and you’re reading this out of interest of your own. I wish I had more time in the day, but I really wish I had more time in the night. Time to rest, and feel the cool Hawaiian breeze gracing me with the coolest intentions, telling me what I need to know. I wish I had more time spent under the stars taking astrophotography, observing the universe in her nakedness. The weather recently has turned my astrophotography “vacations” to my “secret spot” aloof and shotty while I find other things to do with my time like watch podcasts and write.

The place I would regularly frequent to spit onna mic and bring my spoken word to life is no more. Their business has shut down and I'll need to find another spot to share my work. Truly the end of an era. I met my dearest friend Olivia there along with many interesting creatives. My parents came and watched me perform this past January and it really was special. You know, you only need just a few close people to patronize and support you. What good beeth a man who gains the world but loses his soul?

It's the right time to rain as the frogs get away from the window pane. The pain in the windowless rain is like looking down the barrel at the safari game surfing nodes that came onna love that could handle the Saharan dames. This is to say that the more you go through tribulation, the privier you get to handling it, that's when the Saharan babes, as hot as the suns rays, graces you with sweet niu water and cherries. Think about coconuts and cherries, I don't need to explain the analogy but catch this metaphor; this coconut tastes cherry. Oxymoron.

Realizing that my thumbs are mostly stuck in an upward position I wonder if i'm constantly in review of things, two thumbs up to the santa hat on my tv, two thumbs up to the gusty pelts of sand that my pantsless legs are ill equipped for.

If there ever was a place where the descanted go to be undesirable I want no part in it. I love my island paradise and my oyster sauce fried rice and that really good guy I met boozing in Makiki while I smoked my tobacco leaf. See I'm true to this not new to this this desire to be creative to go deeper and deeper into the redress to find gems that are not yet known to beings that live in this world has brought me nothing but pleasure. To decipher the understandably profound from the maniacally insane is why we must take care of our muse, together we make it rain.

My love language is something I got from my father, and it is uncanny to say the least. I love nonsense. I love the ability to bullshit about things that just don't make any sense and then coming back later to find out that “tertiary prawnery” meant we would shed our being in this physical world. That we grow, but we don't change, that we are born different but don't become different you see I see the difference in the presence of those that have gone and come back and I am not indifferent to the growth its just “change” is just an upgrade. People dont change, we have one being that fluctuates on this spiraling wobbly axis that is called life, and coincidentally our earth does the same thing. Like winter to spring, we go through changes and things, to be reborn again, not to live in somebody else's body. That's tertiary prawnery.

If Slim Jim Jiminy jimmited all over his crickets does that turn the crickets into James or would they have Jameson? Would it be that the whale that swallowed Jiminy was a heavy drinker and he wanted to swallow Jameson? Would the King James Bible ever be perpetuated if we didn't have James' son carrying out the legacy of his father Jiminy the Christian cricket. Jimmy be the judge, because when you don't like something, all that is heard is crickets that Jiminy so eloquently brandished for your entertainment. So Jiminy is James , who was swallowed by a whale who loves to drink and hopes the world would shut up about how he swallowed Jameson. Jameson kept his fathers legacy alive by making sure there was always noise to be heard on a sleepless night or a sub par play. Coqui frogs are really giving crickets a run for their money. It would've been cool for Jameson to be swallowed by the Coqui with the titular line “there can only be one”. Jameson is really catching on. I pray you're catching on.

I say “I pray” instead of “I hope” because prayer is in my control, but leaving something up to ”hope” is like throwing all the lego pieces on the floor in hopes they assemble themselves.

As I pray for the sovereignty of my people, my father reminds me we have long ways to go as a people before we are allotted ways and means that were stolen and taken from us. I've gotten word that a Black and Brown utopia is what lifes like just beyond heavens gates, just beyond my reach, but I can still smell it through the aether. I pray for a day my children and my grand children will play in the same ponds and rivers I played in, which of whom won't have to worry about encroachment and disturbances in the air. We must find a way to live with each other on this earth, we must find a power balance of what's pono between cultural differences. A place where Europeans can be proud to be Europeans, and a place where people of Color can be proud to be people of Color. As the pace of this social zeitgeist is laced with quandaries about race, it is disheartening seeing Europeans tearing down themselves and other Europeans for being European. Be proud of your rich heritage, be proud of who you are. An ally that doesn't love themselves or their own people will turn on you at the flip of a dime. Remember that. Maybe this is why all the white people I associate with are from Europe and know their roots. I've always been a source guy. I like to get to the root and stock of things, that the product is pure and unadulterated. This is my message to my European readers, have pride for yourself, and if you know me you know I'm very pro people of Color, but that doesnt mean I like when people are torn down for things they cant control. I pray that one day my faith can move mountains. The Ko’olaus was once ocean bound, tied to the shackles of the sea bed trenches. If I can make a future for my children and family better for all I will, because high tide lifts all boats, and the Heavenly Father favors those who didn't sell their people out for brownie points at the cookie convention.

Bob Marley said in his song Rastaman Live Up “as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in this Iwa” and it's something I have meddled on for a long time. As it was in the BEGINNING when I left the womb to be embraced by my mother and father, when I took my first breath, and the events of now, so shall that sentiment be in the in the very end, that when my life is complete and I transition to my great reward, I am met with the same ethereal love that I experienced when I entered into this world. As they say "peace be the journey". Not just the destination, not just the start, but the journey be, peace. In the very end, it’ll all make sense, you gotta see it though. As the celestial bodies orbit inna way that leads to the collision of stars and planets I am reminding you that faith can move mountains and the most high and I are the only ones in charge of my destiny. Yessai. I was destined for great happenings in the beginning, and in this Iwa I choose to travel down the paths that lead me home. Always in your life choose the paths that will lead you home. Whether you leave the house to see a brother, whether it be to run into the arms of a lover, whether it is to watch the stars above hover, whether it be to be under the cover, make sure you find your way home.