happy '05 everyone. this year should kick balls.

not much been going on. a couple nights ago; my girlfriend, rob, clayton, waymond, and myself all went to Nanakuli Beach at around 8:00PM. rob and i smoked on the beach with my girlfriend by my side - it was really nice. then we cruised along the rock-wall and shit, and then some shit almost was gonna go down. we were bout to leave, then some dudes with pipes and shit come up to us. but we leave in the car before they come close. they probably would've fucked rob and me up, but i wouldn't ever fuckin go down not knowing i pussied out. i try to avoid confrontation, until confrontation fucks you in your ass.

everyone is outside popping fireworks and shit. i feel like falsing you in the face, then telling your family about it.

i might even go as far as saying 'i'm a homo'. but no.

hmmm.. i did some calculations, and it'd take approximately <--[yes, as fucked up as my typing is right now.. i can still spell] 3 pairs of size 34 [im a 36/38] to suffocate myself to DEATH. eh, fuck you.

whoa brah, where da grinds?

i might go and do DXM later tonite. simply because it's New Year's, and the firework visuals and shit should trip me out beyond words. it's crazehhh. peace.

i've left the only worry i had in my head..

alot has been going on, but it's the same ol' shit, and to be honest, it's getting boring. i now only go to Aiea simply to see my girlfriend, smoke, and just chill with tony and rob (and the mom & matt) them.. but i'm gonna need a break from that place. starting tonight.

my buddy, who we'll call [R], well yea she tried Ice [methamphetamine] last night. all i did last night was drink a 40oz of Olde English HG, and that was boring. getting drunk sucks now. but maybe that's not the case for Shenelle and Rob, who got extremely fucked up. Shenelle was losing it. Rob was all emotional. lots of throwing up, screaming, etc - all occuring at 2AM. me and chilcie were sleeping throughout all this, though. and i woke up around 3, and caught the drama as it was gradually dying down.

last night was nice. clayton, chilcie and myself went riding with our buddy Waymond all over the damn island. we cruised through Chinatown/Downtown and shit, and saw-view of all those x-mas lights. i'm hoping to do it again, but this time walking through there. Honolulu Hale looked all trippy, and i was downing from my mara. the most kickass part was when we were in the car driving through Waikele and The Used - All That I've Got played on Star101.9. i fuckin freaked the fuck out. and then chilcie started singing along. damn that turned me on sooo much. classic.

so much shit's been going on, actually. i'll just mention one more thing and quit writing in this shit. we were all cruising at Waimalu, climbing roofs and shit. and me being the dumbass i am, decided to do it all drunk.. well, i was drunk to begin with when we decided to go there..

so i'm stumbling all over the place, tripping, ate shit and sort of dislocated my shoulder. it still doesn't seem in place. i notice now it hurts fuckless; at the time it didn't. then the cops came and almost arrested chilcie's sisters and risa them. rob, clayton, cassy [cathy with a lisp] and whoever was there because i honestly can't remember, all stayed on the roof and ducked. we stayed in that quiet position for about 20 minutes until we decided to risk it; to jump off that high ass fuckin roof, and make a run for it [the cops were on the other side of the building]. good thing one of carlene's friends was with us, because one of the cops was her Uncle. so everything worked out fine. Risa them got talked to, and almost had a $1000 bail on her ass.

it was just a crazy fuckin three or four days. plus me and my girlfriend made 1 month yesterday [23rd]. i got all sketchy because i couldn't remember what day it was. some funny shit. but it all worked out. babe, chilcie, i owe you.

the end, maniggas.