So you've done some shit to earn "Braddah Brad's Coin of Excellence"? What does this mean? You pretty much impressed the Fuck out of me and i wanted a way to show you my gratitude. In today's Society, there's alot of people who think they're entitled to shit without proving their worth. Fuck off! B-Rad doesn't accept just anyone in his circle. You gotta earn that shit! If your holding this coin, your on the level of being a member of my Trusted FAMILY. But Brad, why is it so BIG (snwe)? Because Fuck the other coins you've ever received! This one has true meaning to me through and through. Let's get started...


The Gorilla smiling in the face of adversity is exactly that. Don't let fuckheads or problems get you down. Smile at them and push on. Gorilla also represents selflessness within whatever community your apart of (i.e jiu-jitsu, chess club etc.). Though they can look Intimidating, they can also back their shit up and hold themselves accountable, not like the shitheads we know. Would you want to fight a fucking gorilla?


The crooked crown is for Unorthodox Leadership and Teachings. You don't have to do it exactly the way society likes. As long as it's in good form and gets the point across.


12 (embedded in the coin somewhere) represents the inches on a ruler and numbers on clock. Moving forward even if an inch at a time is still progress. Like time on a clock, keep ticking and never quit.


The dog tag is for the Servicemen, who fight to keep our nation free from tyranny. Shit, If I had a flag it would look like this Harambe looking motherfucker. And everyone would look up and think "Fuck! I'm about to get dragged around by my ankles!". Yes you will be, but it will probably be to a bar or to whatever endeavors I'm trying to get into.


At last the huge Aztec gold coin on the other side, possibly inspired by a series of movies involving Pirates. I'm not talking about those scrub ones from Africa either. This side symbolizes living life Carefree, having a good Time, going after the Booty and fucking Rage! when it's time to party (RIP Liver). The Pirate follows a code and displays an undying loyalty to his brethren. And if need be... "spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." I give you this coin as a Thank You for being an awesome person. I only have 50 Limited Edition Signature Fucks to give. When I run out, I'll be at 0 fucks. Aloha -Brandonn Kealiinohomoku

PS. If your one of the few Scurvy dogs to get this coin, Go to the next page to see what i wrote about you.

This is the continuation of my BBC of excellence. To make this even more badass, if you get this coin I’m sharing with the world why you earned it. That’s one of the differences between this fucker and the other pieces of metal you’ve received.  Don’t fret if your write up isn’t as detailed or descriptive as you would like. That’s not how this works. Don’t worry brah, I will always remember all the times we had.  Some things are better left between us, NO HOMO. This list is for the recipients of the coin and the commonalities and traits that you all share with eachother. You can’t buy these beauties off me. And you can't have it just because you are some rando that has never done anything deserving. Piss off if your entitled feelings cloud your judgment of me.  I wont lose any sleep over it, but I have a feeling you may. #smileyface

1. Jean-Paul – The owner of my first coin. I met this dude in a school and within ten minutes he had set the impression that even though he is a giant of a man, he has a heart of gold. There were many similarities that we both shared. Food for example. We would practically eat out every night and when we BBQd, we were the envy of everyone’s stomach. But fuck those Aku birds and we never gave them shit.  As roommates we looked out for each other and always had each other’s back.  The main reason he deserves this coin, is his everlasting Fortitude when faced with adversity. How he handled his tough times that we all as men sometimes must face. Im not going to go into detail about his shit,  but I will tell you that he handled it like a boss and is still trucking. He’s the definition of hustle and grind, selling and making money off the projects he creates.  If your friends with this man, then you know he has your six.  Thanks JP for having mine.
2. Val- The love of my life. There just isn’t enough to say why she deserves this coin (other than she holds the wife card). She truly makes everything that happens in my world seem like she’s been doing it for ever.  Everything she does is fluid and conducive to my life. Blessing me with her love, has shaped me into the man I am today. Because of her, I’m a better listener, a better cook, a better person and most of all a better father.  She brought light into my life and made everything I’ve ever had to deal with easy. I am not going to rant about my feelings for her all damn day like everyone on social media does. Why would I need to do that when I can tell her myself.  One of the main things about her is she is not materialistic at all, I can never find something to buy her for special occasions (holidays, birthdays, etc). So instead I give her the world whenever she asks me.  Thank you my queen.
3. Rick – My big brother. There once was a time when I was just coming up as a young pirate. Being a Diver in Guam, I was still learning the ways of being Hooyah.  There I met one of the most badass motherfuckers that set the standard on what it is to work hard and play hard. This dude would smash cases of bud lights that would get his nickname “The bud light Slayer” and Rage downtown so hard that everyone knew him as the “king of Tumon” Me and this guy hit it off and he became my brother immediately. We’ve been through some shit and he still to this day impresses me with his undying Loyalty to his family and his charismatic nature to strangers. Even making big changes in his life for the benefit of all those around him. When my newborn finally arrived he took the kids so that me and the wife could rest. Not only that, but he also tried his best to make my oldest’s birthday a special event while we were in the hospital. I have so many stories about this guy that it would take away from everyone else who owns my coveted coin lol. This hanai brother will always be able to count on me when he needs me. Thank you Rick for being there for me.
4. Johnny “Cookie” Canada – Now as long as I’ve been in the military, I’ve never eaten such good grinds as I had during my October 2018 trip on a Canadian ship from this guy’s galley. Motherfucking 59 soon to be 60 year old cook Johnny from Canada.  This guy was one of the dudes that made this trip fun and memorable for me. At first I had a hard time trying to figure out if any of the people I met where even worthy of a BBC. Until I found this old fucking geezer. Jonny is the definition of a salty sailor. He says random crazy shit and doesn’t pull punches. In a world of political correctiveness this dude is a shining star amongst rebels against the cause.  This senior citizen works his ass off all day through the night and has been doing this for fucking years. During this short tenure I have had the pleasure of seeing this man accommodate every request of our team while on deployment. And he never fucking complained once. Random acts of kindness is a thing hardly seen in the military today, especially when it involves a rate such as a cook. We do what were told and take initiative to make things better,  if your that type of guy. But this dude was going way above the call of duty and just killing it. Usually cooks in the military are a bunch of disgruntled fucks that can’t wait for the meal to be over so they can clean up and get ready to do it all over again. Standard stuff to expect with all branches of military galleys and mess halls. But when Jonny could hook us up he would and he always put his best foot forward. When we were giving one of our dudes an oral board for qualification, he whipped up a whole snack session so we had something to stuff our gullets with. During our deployment we were away from family and weren’t able to enjoy the luxuries of spending Thanksgiving together with them. He set us up with an entire spread so we can celebrate our American tradition. And a last minute cake at a request by me had him in the kitchen so we can celebrate a happy belated birthday for one of the boys. If cooking is a way to a man’s heart, then he definitely could find a place in mine (No Homo). He’s like the crazy uncle that you just want to be around so he can make you laugh. Thanks “Cookie”
5. Hunter I – Let me tell you about a boy I like to call my “little brother”. Some of the best qualities of this dude is his undying loyalty to his friends and his tireless work ethic. The amount of work this fucking guy puts in for his people is far above what hes getting payed for. I don’t know where he gets it from, but you can always count on this motherfucker to come through for you, like a mafioso’s right hand man. Ive had the pleasure of taking this guy under my wing and showing him the ropes and im proud to call him a friend.  This boy will give you the shirt off his back so you can keep warm. He will frost a cake so you don’t have to get that shit on your hands. He even payed for and downloaded a game to play and help me fight off boredom in Africa. Some woman someday is going to be lucky as shit to have a person like this man in their life. Ladies, imagine if you needed wood split for a fire,  a bottle of rum, your house painted, baked brownies or some shit like that and your check book balanced at the end of the day before you two have to attend a PTA meeting for an evening event that you made him in charge of. Hed have all that shit done and still be helping me get ready for our fishing trip the next day. If Hardwork and dedication had a picture of a dude to represent it, then you can count on his photo to be there. 
6. Lou S. – There are people in this world that have an agenda that solely benefits themselves. They come up with shit that strictly furthers their own gain. I don’t hate on those people. They are doing them and in the end people can do whatever the fuck they want. But Lou has a vision that falls on the opposite spectrum of that thought process. It’s his gratefulness and loyalty to those that put forth the ultimate effort and sometimes pays the ultimate sacrifice for others. Strangers usually have no idea of where these men and women come from, and are usually dealing with unsung heroes. People that are simply doing what they are trained to do. Firefighters, Police, and Medical responders both military and civilian Sectors.  Lou, has taken the next step in honoring these brave men and women by starting a clothing brand that represents the warriors that step up to the plate when the shit hits the fan. His brand Breechface is a way forward to represent those that answer the call. A way to show others that their selfless sacrifice for the benefit of others is more important then their own personal gain. I admire people with the drive to help others. There are only a few people that I know of personally that go out of their way to try and show appreciation for those that charge in headfirst and let their skillset do the talking. Not only that, but his wife also extends her hand to help women that are in dire straits. This couple’s combo far exceeds what the mindset of todays society wields. I am honored that this guy owns my coin.
7. Kino - My best friend. When I was a younger man I met this new dude that showed up to my unit. He was heralded as a warrior such as myself Haha. People boasted and bragged about how much he and I had in common even though we’ve never met. I thought to myself “this can’t be true”. I ended up putting him through the trials of Brad (not a real thing), secretly hoping he wouldn’t add up. He ended up out diving, out shooting, out lifting, out fucking and out fighting (maybe not fuck) tens times better than anyone I knew. Guy not only killed every test I had him secretly go through, but far exceeded the level of skill that I had. I became secretly envious of this man and semi despised him for it. But the best part of this whole story… He humbly offered to teach me everything he knew! “Braddah Brad” he would call me. I laugh at this story now because there is so much more to this man to write about. When this motherfucker dies, I will tell a tale of one of the greatest and most compassionate brother I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and the stories of our conquests together will rival those of Sinbad the sailor. Nerdy ass scholars are gonna want to put this shit in a book and either make a new Bible or put our adventures on a shelf next to stories about Troy, the Odyssey, or Thermopile. I would have to tell you in person about how much I love this man (no homo) This fucking guy started from Humble beginnings and continues to live his life this way to this very day. Thank you Kino for being the guy that reminded me “no matter how badass of a fish you think you are, there’s still a bigger fish in the sea”
8. Leo K – "As long as there is one student willing to learn, You have an obligation to teach" -Leo K. People always say “Jiu-Jitsu saved my life” and now I can say “fuck yeah it did”. I hold this guy in a different light from others. Once upon a time I was in a bad spot. And it was this man who helped me get through it. Funny thing is, he probably never realized how important of an impact he had on my well-being. Long story short, I had a crazy ex-wife and a custody battle about kids. It was a dark time for me and he ran a jiu-jitsu gym for community kids that allowed me to spend precious time with my children multiple times during the week. He then offered me a place to train when I was between gyms. I found a brotherhood that I was able to vent to and build a strong bond. Men NEED fellowship, whether its in a church, in a club, or gym, hell even a bar you can find other dudes that allow you to set your mind free from life’s stress. Leo never turned his back on me even when confronted with ultimatums and allegiances within the BJJ community. He is my only boy from Waianae that I call friend. When I think country boy from the westside, I see Leo’s mug shot. Me and him grew up very similar and have very similar ideals. Leo helped me raise my kids through jiu-jitsu and provided me the medium to become strong again. Truly an unsung hero to me that I am proud to call my big brother. Thank you my braddah for all the great memories you blessed me with.
9. Francisco G – I was a blue belt once upon a time and met this crazy motherfucker on the mats. He kept ranting on about how he wanted to do this new move called the “Berimbolo”. I could gave two shits about what the fuck that meant or what he was talking about. But there he was… spinning and inverting all crazy and teleporting to my back. Like most flashy moves back in the day I figured that shit wouldn’t work. But this dude kept at it. As we moved up through the ranks, his move became more and more ferocious to where if he set you up, consider your back taken. You see Francisco is a big ass Mexican, he shouldn’t be able to move that slick. His tireless work ethic became something I needed in a fishing partner. Some of our many accolades include winning a huge fishing tournament, getting drunk off some yaeger, fucking a bunch of punks up at the beach and many more. All the while acting like he doesn’t speak English. It was easy to bring this guy to random places, have him speak to me in “Spanglish” and everyone around me was non the wiser. The best part was after we had people fooled he would blow everyone away with the regular English. Dude, I would literally tell people I just picked this Mexican up off the side the road and they should fight him and show the strength of Murica. Then kick back and enjoy  watching him beat the fuck outta people. I could always call upon my boy to come through if I needed him and he knew he could always rely on me. I’m grateful you’ve always been a loyal friend. 

10. Thalia R – Never would I ever of thought that another woman would impress me to the level of this person. Once upon a time I met this girl who I thought was going to need a whole lot of work to find herself.  I initially had this feeling that no matter what she tried for, she would always be found wanting.  Val decided to take her under her wing and introduce her to the ways of our family culture. She ended up helping raise our kids with the party aunty vibe. And the kids loved it. Her level of respect for our family and the friendship and sisterhood she fostered with Val by being a good person, really struck a chord with how I started to feel. No woman other than my wife and mom has ever had this effect of how proud I could be of another person, especially a woman. She fucking topped it off by joining the ARMY and learned a different sense of pride for her country and the boost in self confidence and self- esteem that I never would of thought she could gain. I could feel her energy and her level of skill had greatly increased and she found a huge part of her life. It was good to hear about her stories of her journey and the fact that she shared this with the kids. I know with this new found confidence, that she will continue to perservere and prove to the doubters (including me) that she will continue the grind and impress the shit out of me. Good work my sister. I Hope that any influence, if any from us has allowed you to continue your success towards being a good person and an active contributor to others around you. Keep on making me proud.  You definitely deserve a BBC!

11. Jules K - I cannot express how proud of a father i am of this girl. The trials and tribulations that I have seen this kid go through during her life so far is astounding and I wouldn't want this to happen to other kids because I am afraid that they would break under the same pressure. Juliana has a quality that separates her from a lot of people that only show this trait on the surface and its “LOYALTY”. Her loyalty to her family and to whatever she decides to do she will just crush it. Her career has taken off and the work that she did to help with her brothers and sisters growing up have been nothing but commendable. I grew up a rough life and her being my second oldest, i only had a little refinement to do as far as how i was to raise this girl. She grew up to be a resilient self starter that always took initiative to get what she needed done. All i had to do was nurture her way and guide her from going down dangerous paths. She has a no-quit attitude also. I've seen her spend hours on homework not giving up and just persevering through adversity. In the face of turmoil and shit hitting the fan, you can count on this girl to keep her composure and just keep on pushing. I never really done too much else. In the end she taught me that the main thing i needed to raise great kids was “LOVE”. If you love your family, you’ll constantly talk with them, if you love them you will constantly teach them, if you love them you will be with them as they go through life only intervening if they are about to be dangerously injured. Thank you my Jules for choosing me and mom to practice raising children. I love you my darling. I am honored to give you my 11th coin.

Ok, so my life was kinda hectic when we first moved here. Moving the kids and dogs around from airport into a dog friendly hotel. Complete with all our luggage, getting a rental car, putting huge dents in the rental car, having someone hit our rental car and run away. To getting our house, returning the rental car and hiding the fact that its jacked up, then picking up my truck in SD, then the wifes car in LA by train. Im at work getting ran and swam like a dog ( i dont like running btw). Finding a gym to train at and getting my ass kicked. Movers broke my expensive fishing kayak among other sentimental shit. To making sure dinner was done by 10pm lol. That was all in a span of about 3 weeks. And to top it off that isnt even all the sttuff weve been through. Stress much? but amongst the chaos we got do do some pretty awesome stuff and truly bond as a family. Disneyland, in & out burger, other fancy restaurants (olive garden, and sizzlers), D&B, and Seaworld among the few. You really gotta "embrace the suck" as they say when life gets complicated. Not hard just complicated. Even though we were busy as hell, we always embraced the suck and still made time to do stuff together as an Ohana. With technology and the lack of social face to face time, America is slowly forgetting how to bond like the good old days. I remember when my dad use to make it mandatory to sit together in the living room as a family and watch tv. Simpsons was cool but he mostly watched the news so guess what? Mom would make it mandatory that we eat on the dining table together each meal. How was i suppose to throw away the vegetables that i didnt want to eat if the entire family is watching each other dine. As mundane as that may be, it is still tradition. Lets try and maintain the good family traditions that we were raised on. Sooner or later everyone has to move on, one way or another. Peace....

First VLog

Watsup party people. OK check it out. So i got stuck in the damn shitty ass state of Alaska for a month and 3 quarters. disclaimer; it is shitty to me cause of the cold. i hate the cold, never liked the cold and never will. So i started this video blogging thing. I think its pretty cool cause i get to express myself visually instead of just with words. Not to mention the stories that I've written so far have been pretty long and drawn out. In order to cut down on this dilemma that people seem to be pestering me about I've decided to just video it and see where it lands. Now the big thing about this VLOG as my oldest daughter corrected me to call it, is that it has to be unrated and uncut. No cut, crop and paste bullshit. Just raw directors cut version if i may. So if i fuck this up here and there I'm not sorry, you'll just have to get over it or find another blog to waste your time with. I've never really watched myself talk. i kinda just spit what i have to say. hit me up with comments if you guys have suggestions. And not something like "hey how bout you shut this shitty site down" or some shit like that. Before i go, id like to drop some names of some people that did make this over month and a half fucking journey worth it. bare with me dawgs: Jerell, for being my token black guy and cruising with me to every damn bar i went to. Monty, for being my token Haole boy that simply shut the fuck up and went along for the ride, that is super important to me. Dice, for working out with me most of the partrol even though hes creepy sometimes to be around. Speeeze, who out of everyone on the boat that fished, was actually a fisherman and not some wanna be piece of shit that thought they knew out to catch food. Diaz, who was kinda like the whipping boy of the boys, never really gave a shit what people said and always ended most of his replies with "shut the fuck up!" Thank you for protecting me from drunk white boys. Wall, who was just a cool haole, for some reason he always thought i was scheming something. Kovaks the cook, who reminded me that there wasnt an "S" in his last name, i thought it only appropriate to put an "S" in my blog for that reason. Thanks for the eggs dawg. Oh  there were 3 ensigns that made my time enjoyable also. One of those dudes got me home early, thanks sir Hill. The other two dudes were cool also and i hope they one day spend their days in the special operations community as some badasses. i was skeptical of them at first cause they kept going into the mountains together by themselves. i dont know if it was to herd cattle, hunt, or break backs. but those are some cool ambitious dudes that love hunting, fishing, and wearing stupid looking fucking brown boots everywhere they went. Some of the other dudes where cool too. If i was cool with you (talked to you regularly) then you know who you are. Everyone else can fuck off. Ok without further Adieu i present my first raw Vlog. leave comments either here or on the tube of knowledge if you dudes want me to link the rest of them here. Peace:

Palau Reloaded Nov14

*Disclaimer*

There are six people in this story, and the future stories. Sometimes prevalent sometimes not, but the main fakas are Me, Alex and Luis. I’ll use their name in here because I know they don’t give a shit about what I say happened in Palau. They say what happens on deployment stays on deployment. This statement is true and the devil is in the details, but this is a pretty good summary of what went on none then less. The point of view portrayed is contradictual (is that word) and controversial to some, I don’t care. This is how I write. This is how I’ll always write. Take it or leave it. I’ll start this with a quote from a long time ago told to me by my good friend Manny Pangelinen when we visited Palau together. I remember him saying, “Chelu, Palau is a place, where many men dream, and a few men tread” fucking eh right Manny, Fucking eh right.

So There I was…The first day I got to Palau was around 0700 on a Saturday afternoon.  Since I’m not attached to the ship I didn’t need to stand duty or be a part of the nightly shore patrol. So I formulated a plan with the ship rider when we left Guam about 5 days ago on our fishing trip. This guy Carter Yamanguchi was the same guy that took me and some boys out and we landed the second biggest sailfish in the world. Carter was the fucking man on the island. Everyone knew him and everyone knew that he was a great fisherman.  He was a Marine Patrol Police Officer for the Palau government and we were doing boardings under a bilateral agreement with US and Palau. He was kind of a big deal. The law enforcement methods our two countries use makes me envious on the freedoms of what other countries are able to do to gain compliance without fear or disregard for civil consequences. Pretty badass if you ask me. Kinda like a wild west themed only on the water. Anyways…

The plan I geniously formulated was to get a rental car, hotel, haircut, stickers for my best friends case, and Taro wine to booze and bring back. I had a ride lined up, to take me to get a car and I had reserved our boy carter to get us underway to dive on Sunday. Six of us total. We were to split all the costly stuff via 6 ways, so our car, hotel, and fishing excursion was going to be around 600 total. Pretty cheap considering we are hitting the ground running.  We finally are allowed to leave the ship and I start looking for carter to take me to the car rental place. Come to find out, he already left. I said fuckit and I figured ill just hitch hike it to the place. I had my two loyal companions with me on this journey and they were down to do anything. This made it easier to be mobile and slick allowing me to still do work but have the backbones of some good guys to help me with whatever I needed. As we got off the boat we had our 4^th man ready to tag along with us. But we lost him somewhere on the ship. And I saw our other two boys already in a rental. I guess carter took those guys to get the rental for the ship already. No problem and it was a very adaptable situation. So we jumped in and realized that our sixth man wasn’t going to be able to fit. He was still MIA on the boat somewhere. As were were leaving he came out and we told him that well be right back and to just stay on the boat and wait for our return. 

Since we had a car and were on our way to the rental place. I had the boys go and drop me off to get some taro wine to start our day. Taro wine is the local moonshine and it will really fuck you up if you drink too much of it. It cost around 1.50 and comes concentrated in a small water bottle. Come to find out… there is no taro wine on the island. Like its all sold out. I was like wtf. They said that the machine that makes it was broke. We literally stopped at every store to find fucking taro wine. After a futile attempt we stopped at the local BOH to grab cash. It was cool cause I started drinking after buying some soju.  The whole ride in the car all 5 of us were busting each others balls. Alex was the champion of that and he was talking the most shit. All in good fun, let me remind you, but still he was the most biggest shit talker in the car. That is until Karma kicked in… I guess Alex had an allergic reaction to the soju and his upper lipped swelled up to the size of a groupers. Literally it looked like he fucking had Botox in his lips. I remember him asking me “K is my lip getting swollen?”  You probably guessed my response “Nah brah your lips look good, cant even tell” this faka looked like bubba from Forest gump except it was his upper lip that was sticking out. I think I even heard someone say “careful you don’t get it stuck on a trip wire” in reference to the movie. Lol he was pretty quiet after that.

So after the bank we went to the local grocery store payless. Mainly to get a redbull. They don’t sell redbull in this part of the pacific at least not carbonated ones. The RBs out here tastes like syrup you would pour in your iced tea. pretty shitty.  The Hertze rental car place was next to grocery, so I was about to head in when the boys told me that Alex was in the store looking for the rental car guy. He was like a hunting dog, Looking for the rental care dude while he was grazing or shopping or whatever the hell he was doing. I went in after Alex and found him in the baking section of the store. We literally were trying to negotiate a car while looking at baked breads.  He informed us that pretty much the entire island was sold out of rentals cause a Korean ship was in town.  He was in the bake shop making phone calls for us. he was trying his little heart out. But to no avail. We needed an SUV, a van or and truck to make this Palau trip work. He told me that he could get a van the next day but it would be his auntie’s one. We said yes and shook hands and left that place. I had just booked a rental car in a grocery store, didn’t even have to step into the friggin car rental place. Afterwards we went to local burger hut that was supposed to be our after party eating spot every night.  Got some chow and started to day recon our places where we were going to party at that night.

The boys wanted to dive and I only knew one place we could dive at. It was back at the marine police station. So we stopped there to ask permission to dive, and I told them about my sad story of not being able to find a rental car anywhere.  I asked to use the phone to contact carter to make sure we were still a go for the next day. I also told him about us not finding a car. He told me to put one of his guys back on the phone. And immediately that guy hung up and started looking through the phone book to get us a rental. He was calling everywhere and doing it fast.  Finally he found a place we could go. I talked to the owner of that company over the phone. He was a haole guy and kind of a prick. He told me that he had a vehicle we could rent but only for the day. But it was brand new and I better not put a scratch on it. Lol this guy was talking like it was my sole duty to not mess up his brand new car. Uh it’s a rental dickhead get over it. I told him yeah, yeah, And confirmed with the boys if we could chip in for it today, Return it the next day and pick up the grocery I mean hertz guys aunties van the next. They all agreed and off we went back into the town (topside) they call it to the rental place.  come to find out it was located in a hotel. And there was a Palau chick that worked there. It was my time to work my magic. Alex and Luis followed me in. but they were trying to negotiate a hotel stay while I worked the rental. She really did hook me up.  She found another vehicle magically and would only charge me 45 dollars a day for 2 days or some shit. She said she wouldn’t charge me for insurance and to call back to see if I can extend for one more day. It was pretty cool. Alex worked out the hotel situation but I told him that it was a bad idea to get a hotel if we are leaving early the next morning to go dive. But I our day dive was still on today.  We got a good deal on the hotel and he did a great job, it was probably his catfish lips that sold it. Oh and I asked were the partying was going to be at that night and she told me mingles was the place to go. I asked if all her friends where going to be there so they could party with my friends (doctor of love at your service). She said yes but if they all act like me then they wouldn’t like us.  I was like “what do you mean how I act” she informed me that I was too aggressive and playboy like. I don’t think she understood my confidence level.  It’s that fine line a gentleman walks. That line between arrogance and confidence. I thought to myself how much of a stuck up bitch she was and didn’t want to hang anyways. She had moles on her face and kinda looked like a dark Nanny Mcphee.

We went back to the boat and got our gear ready and loaded up our suv. Oh and come to find out, That our missing man didn’t wait 4 hours for us to get back. Lol I was so apologetic to him for leaving him hanging like that. He was cool and ended up renting a car himself. It was then that I figured that he wouldn’t be hanging with us the rest of the day. Or would he? So off to the marine police station we went. I was so fucking excited to jump in. I’ve been sailing for like 2 weeks and my scales were dryer than shit. We get to the station and start setting up gear. I’m thanking the police officers for hooking us up and helping get us a rental. As I’m about to jump in. I notice… I don’t have my fucking fins and mask. Lol I left that shit on the boat. I thought of my Darling telling me “what are you? A fucking rook?” I smiled and told the boys I had to go back and get my fins. I was going to send Luis to get it, but he left his glasses conveniently onboard so he couldn’t see. I rushed home and got my fins. Went back and they still hadn’t jumped in the water yet. Lol I got my gear on and splashed.

The water was typically warm for the location we were at. Kinda murky and we dove for a about an hour and a half. Luis never dove before so I showed him some shit. The funny thing about it was, it was all shit that could get him killed. I would point at a lion fish and say “you see that lion fish? It’s one of the most beutifullest but poisonous fish in the world, if you touch it you fucking die” then later on “you see that sea snake? Its small and seems harmless, it’s the most poisonous snake in the world, if it bites you , you fucking die” then lastly “you see that bear clam, biggest clams on the planet, if you get caught by it, it won’t let you go and, you fucking die.” I think he got the point.

That dive was a bust, and it was no sweat off my back cause the real fishing was tomorrow. Come to find out we were diving in a clam preserver anyway and didn’t belong there. I told the security guy we were with the marine police and we were just leaving. That shut him up. And we left. We then washed up gear shook hands and rolled out. The sun was setting and it was time to start our night time adventure.

We rolled 4 guys in one and 2 guys in another.  Our boy that rented a car gave his car to Alex and his partner and we were to rendezvous at the local park and pregame before heading out to the bars. We ran to the grocery store and bought some bottles of Hana bay rum and some cokes. We had a cooler and ice already.  As we drove to the park, the rangers were closing it up. And we didn’t have an alternate plan. So we stayed there and guess who shows up. Carter. It was amazing that in the dark parked on the side the road we thought we were concealed and could just lay low until the other rental car shows up. But carter rolls right up on us. He said he’s been looking for us and could tell it was me cause the way my hair was. Lol so funny. We told him that we were supposed to meet with the boys and we didn’t have a cell phone to contact them. He said he would ask around were we could go and drink and he’d be right back. While were waiting one of the boys got thirsty, so we decided to hang out in the back of the suv at the gate to the park and start drinking. It was starting to look good for us. An hour later the boys still didn’t return but carter showed up.  He told us that his auntie’s house had an area where we could drink and play music. It was a good plan but still no Alex and his compadre. Oh and he brought a flaky haole boy from the boat also. That dude knew he wasn’t invited to our party but carter insisted that we be nice to him. Carter invited him out of his car and we drank for about another hour when we finally had enough and went looking for those two fucking guys. Come to find out they were at the bar we were suppose to end the night. I rolled up in there and pulled the dudes out and we headed to carters place. it was a little lighted area with some tin roof. His family had a bbq going on and we drank and played music. So much food there. After we were full and liquored up we headed to the clubs. We scratched going to that bar mingles cause that’s where the entire boat would be. Not that were anti social but cruising with certain types of people is a recipe for disaster. We went from bar to bar, and they all sucked. It was Saturday and everything was dead. The party scene here is not like Hawaii and Guam. Its more mellow and chill with local bars playing Palauan music. I liked that kinda scene but was looking for more hip hop kinda place. we would stop and send in a scout to check to see if there was anything good happening in that bar. After all failures. We decided to head to our go to late night bar. Called BLUE CORNER. It’s a badass place with good drinks and good locales. The waitresses are all Pilipino girls that are on contract for a year or two.  I don’t play that buy me drinky game and if a chick can’t enjoy a cold beer then piss off. All the boys had partners except me and one of the other guys. They ended up going next door to a karaoke bar. That’s the not the best part though.

Women love Vibrators, that pleasure they get when alone or hell even with a partner brings a euphoric bliss sometimes only generator by their own doing. Now imagine a Human Vibrator. That’s what mixing a 24 year old Latino man and liquor will get you. We paired him up with the most active dancer of this establishment and fucking Luis went to town. He literally was gyrating the shit out of that chick. And to top it off… she wasn’t done with him. She kept pulling him on the dance floor and hitting his switch to start his thrashing that he called dancing.  Me and Alex could not stop fucking laughing. He was so exhausted. Like exhausted after a roll exhausted. And she was still game.  Come to find out, they call her and I quote “the energizer bunny.” Not a pretty woman by any means (kinda reminded me of a leather seat) but slim and trim and full of fucking energy.

Alex and one of the boys left to go next door and after a while of sitting listening to music I decided to go and look for these cats. There they were and each of them had a pretty girl on their arms talking story. It was a karaoke joint. I went in and was asked to sing. I dropped some lyrics on the mic and rolled out. Back to the rap.  That place was getting stale quick. One of the boys was falling in love, Luis was still vibrating on the dance floor, and oh yeah that one guy that we left at the boat earlier that day. He was still with us the whole time. Just fucking cruising, I commended him on his endurance. Yeah and carter was drunk as fuck and got picked up by his wife Lol. Afterwards I went back to the karaoke place and was talking to Alex and his pinoy friend. She was singing for him and it sounded like a blown speaker, no more like a microphone when you get feedback and it makes that loud sound. It was terrible. I told her she sounded like a goddess. Yeah a goddess of god damn banshees. Fucking terrible. Lol she told me that Alex didn’t want to sing. One thing I know about Alex is that motherfucker can sing like a boss. I wouldn’t waste my time playing music with that dude if he wasn’t as talented as he is. He simply needed a push in the right direction.  Told her to get me the song book and ill pick the song. The song I picked “knockin on heavens door” guns and roses baby. He fucking killed it and everyone cheered him.  He was singing his heart out. Fucking awesome.

Afterwards I got the boys rounded up and waited for Romeo to stop falling in love. So we could go. He was the reason Alex and him ditched us earlier that night. Fuckers. So we decided to head to our burger joint and get us some late night rations. That fucking place was closed so we headed back to the boat, and Romeo made us sandwiches and we ate bowl of noodles. Everyone had a badass day and a bitchin night out. Operation success. This was just the beginning of a 3 day adventure I will never forget. Tomorrow well be fishing…   TO BE CONTINUED

 

My next 2 stories will be via weblog. This one alone was over 3400 words and its only fucking day 1 haha. I love writing but I need to do some writing for my job (that time of the year again were I brag on wtf I did for the Coast Guard) and don’t want to exhaust or mix up my antics of rape, pillage, and plunder with my official work I need to do Lol. So look for me and my 2 down ass niggas on the next one. Peace.

Pay attention asshole!!

I stopped one of my subordinates a few weeks ago and reminded him to blacken his damn boots. It was a little faded and unproffesional looking . He said, "alright man, ill get on it," and walked away with a bemused look probably saying under his breath of how much of an asshole i am. That look caused me to reflect a little on my own way of doing things. Did he understand my reasoning why i needed him to do such a simple task, I thought, why the hell such a small thing was that important to me?

My company commander back in 2000 for some mysterious reason thought it was extremely important. I remember getting my ass beat on account of my boots being smudged. In dive school, getting the fucking shit kicked out of us on the grinder for not looking the same. Uniform regulations insist on it, and my periodic marks holds me accountable for it. Why does this shit matter in the big picture? if there is a little white on that toe or heel? i fucking hated when people use to tell me to do simple stuff. I thought i knew better and wondered why they didnt have better shit to do than to mess with me with some mundane bullshit. Well I am older now and much wiser, much handsomer (if that is even a word), looked towards as a leader and symbol of hope for others to follow. Is there some significance beyond mere appearance or am i just being a douchebag.

Is there a reason such a simple task gets neglected? It doesn't take much effort - a little boot polish, a rag and about five minutes of your time. You can even buy shit today that won't scuff up! But you can go to any unit and find at least a small handful of people with their fucking boots not blackened. It's human nature to want to neglect the small things - especially if no one else seems to give a flying fuck.

So why did I stop that lad? If I had let him walk by, I'd be implying that it's OK to let some things slide. Don't sweat the small stuff. Concentrate on the things that are really important. I would have led that young operator to believe that he has some discretion as to what regulations he will or will not abide by.

Perhaps in the near future, when he is supervising his own operators, he'd notice they are not wearing proper eye protection. They're wearing sunglasses that dont properly wrap around their face, though, that's almost as good right? Maybe one day he'd be doing CQC. No need to properly ensure him and his brothers plates and soft armor are in and the rest of their gear is in order, he reasons; it was all checked yesterday. Perhaps he'd be the Firearms instructor teaching new shooters basic marksmanship, for a quick familiarization shoot. No need to get a proper self check and 4 count buddy check. He knows how many rounds are going to be shot and told his shooters how much ammo to load. Easy day right?

They're all small things. Truth of the matter is operators are getting killed because of the small things. Not just in the military but also with our law enforcement brothers and sisters. Then the entire fucking service undergoes a safety stand down because of the increase in poor weapons handling. The brass are scratching their heads, trying to figure out where the problem is. This is not a policy problem. Nor does it reflect the desire or abilities of our people. It is simply and irrevocably a fucking leadership problem. We have senior enlisted pussy wooped group of dipshits out there that wouldn't stop that non-rate and insist that he wear his uniform properly. I've seen chiefs walk alongside an officer and not jump a junior member's ass that decided he wasnt going to render a salute. I know fellow E-6s that will complain about the poor job done by one of their subordinates but will not take corrective action or show proper examples on how to be. And I know officers that are aware of these shortfalls and sit behind their desk with a dumbass look on their face like deer about to get hit by a fucking car at night. Come on fuckers its not that hard.

It appears that, as an organization as well as a society, people have become afraid of confrontation. A big bunch of pussies. No one wants to be that guy that steps up to the plate and address what needs to be addressed. People would rather just stand idly by and negotiate that it wasnt really a big deal. This needs to end or sooner or later motherfuckers are going to die. We need to begin holding our peeps as well as ourselves accountable for the way in which we do the kings business. We have to insist on professionalism - not just during standard operating procedure stuff or everyday military work; we must do it always, every day, every minute, at work and in our personal lives. It's the small things that create fuckups. a wise old operator once told me. Two things that get motherfuckers killed....Complacency and Indecision (more on that later) It's the habit of neglecting those small things that kills people. Our senior members are responsible to ensure that those shit habits do not develop. I myself am responsible to ensure that those shit habits do not develop. I stopped my fellow brother to save his life. You can fucking count on it.

As you can tell by reading this, Attention to detail is a pretty sensitive subject to me. Whoever does take the time to indulge my writings... read it again and Try to practice this in your everday life. Believe me, follow this simple thing and you wont be that dickhead that wasnt ready when the badguy came in through the front door and harmed a fellow friend or family member, cause you didnt pay attention to the simple things.

Word to your mothah!!!!

Walter Kaimiola Kotrys Eulogy (well maybe)

My brother is in charge of the Eulogy to be given 19Mar13. In the event that he cannot proceed to carry on this. I will step up to the plate and deliver this piece of gold to his love ones. I will always be my brothers keeper... His Righteous right hand, His Ears, and His voice. Whenever he needs me ill be there. I got your back Chad...You'll always be my baby brother. This is some deep shit so get ready.

Eulogy of My Faddah Waltah Kotrys

My dad Walter was an awesome Dude. He was a father, husband, brother, grandfather and friend to many people. To me and Chad he was more than just our father; he was our Hero and the inspiration to become the men we are today. I always admired my dad and had a great deal of respect for him. The words i use to describe him are that of my own view, of a man who woke up in the morning inhaled patriotism and exhaled freedom. The following rave and rant is only a small portion to describe how much he meant to me.

My dad was a very organized and hardworking man. Any job or task He was apart of was very important to him and all his friends and family knew it. My dad always aspired to go that extra distance to make sure whatever he was doing was just a little more better than what the projected outcome was suppose to be. If any of you out there were to take a second to look back and remember dad always trying to get his hands involved in what the group was doing, you would look back and be like "huh, waltahz hands were never idle" I am very proud of my dad and everything that he accomplished. He came from a Great set of parents and siblings and built a kingdom for his family from the ground up. He went from a young lad learning to fish and dive from his uncles, surfing with his boiz, paddling, riding dirbikes and owning an SR5 to an illustrious career dealing death in a fucking M1A1 Abrahms tank and retiring like a baws with 20 plus years of patriotic service to america. My dad taught me a lot about hard work and dedication to any cause i become apart of. In turn i worked my ass off to earn whatever i deserved as a kid. I didn’t always enjoy it, who the hell wants to wake up 0530 in the morning before school, water grass and plants then rush to make the bus on time. His answer to my complaints about being late for school. "manage your time wisely and wake up earlier!" but looking back I am happy for the experience, Through him taking me under his wing, i learned a lot about manhood, the ocean, yard work, and how to be a great person like he was. I am happy to be the waterman i am today and continue on his legacy.

Even though my dad spent alot of time deployed and training, he always made it a priority to spend as much time together as a family. My father wanted me to learn about bust ass work and being responsible, but I know that he also wanted me by his side helping him because he enjoyed training and spending time with me. I didn’t always agree with his methods of teaching, but always got along with them. We worked well together and were able to accomplish some incredible feats, like sodding an entire quarter acre of yard by hand, chasing 500+ rats from a tool shed, and growing plants like we worked at a damn botanical garden. My father loved anything with water and we often took fishing trips for hours and hours on end, even after promising my mom that we'll be home in just a few hours. His favorite activities were fishing, diving, yard work and busting me and chads balls. He would always refer to chad as squid or squid head. and would make comments about why my head is pointy at the top. "like a torpedo" he would say to me. I think my mother loved my dad for his sense of adventure and excitement, never ceasing to impress her with whatever he did. I like to think that i carry on his tradition non chalantly with the ladies in my life. i constantly learned something new from this man whenever we did anything. He would take us everywhere, just learning from watching or getting scolding for not doing something right. One of the stories i remember is him telling me that "he wanted to kill me!" queue fishing trip one night with chad lantern and snake.

My father was very quiet and many would describe him as being just a guy that one would be happy to have in their company. He would sit their quietly and listen to anyones story. i think that was the catch about him. People could talk for days to him and he would give them all the time in the world.  Because of his subtle nature my pops had a lot of friends. His co-workers loved and respected him and when you met him it was hard not to like him. Once upon a time in my young life my father loved to entertain guest and would have big pa'inas at our house. Music, darts, ping pong, and budweisers. He was always out on the grill burning shit, and talking about experiances and life in general.

My dad was a very generous man and always willing to give his hand for as long as it took to get the job done. He was also very wise and you could go to him with any problem. My dad taught me a lot about hard work, love for friends and family, appreciation for the ocean and respect for others. I know that I will be filling big shoes, but I hope that I can continue on his legacy. I will miss my father more than words can say and will never forget him.

Thanks Dad,

Love Brandonn Kealiinohomoku