You'll be seeing me selling hotdogs on Wakiki Beach to the tourists -
with poi and pineapple, touting it as a native delicacy. Of course, I'll
be homeless, living on the beach under one of the pavilions next to the police
station, but self suffient so as not to be a burden on society. Those are
my retirement plans.
Pyrate,
If you should decide to go back I would
be honored to carry your tools for you, be your gopher, and possibly help with
native or native wanna be females. I think I could tolerate Hawaii for...the
rest of my life. I would be willing to even learn how to belly dance with
those luscious island beauties. Oh behave.
Sign me,
Hawaii Five-O