On Strike (OTA)
It was March. March. It was not supposed to 45 degree Fahrenheit in the middle of the day, especially on a Sunday afternoon. This village was crazy. So Kamekona decided he was going to go on strike. He was striking this weather.
So he was on the beach, in a Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks, lounging in a chair in the sand and all around him were portable heaters turned up to max, all directed in his direction. He leaned back with his sunglasses on and even had an umbrella drink in his hands.
Faux summer.
So he was on the beach, in a Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks, lounging in a chair in the sand and all around him were portable heaters turned up to max, all directed in his direction. He leaned back with his sunglasses on and even had an umbrella drink in his hands.
Faux summer.