Mar 03, 2009 10:42
Being back in Hawaii feels right. The food is good. I have friends and family here. And for all I espouse (hold on while I check the definition of that word...nope wrong word...for all that I blather on about the inherent and accepted prejudices in Hawaii against the many characteristics that comprise my being I feel comfortable here. Maybe that's because I've just been staying in safe zones with friends and family.
Even though this only my second official day in Hawaii I already have a lot on my plate. I have to break up a loveless marriage (I'm thinking indirect violence fueled coercion) in turn get married, invitations go out at the end of the month. I may have to rough up my buddy's sister's boyfriend if he messes with her head one more time or even if he stops to let her out of the car in front of her house and doesn't open the door for her. I'm donating blood, today my own. Tomorrow, who knows? The list of future felonies and misdemeanors goes on but I digress.
I think the important thing to point out is that I am not staying in Hawaii. It would literally take a marriage of convenience or an indictment to keep me here past the 26th. This is my home but I left for a reason.