Fight God Damnit!!

 I wrote this when i was stationed in Guam about 2 years ago when i first learned about other services and their own form of combatives programs. It was mostly written as a joke for friends and other co-workers to laugh at. I took alot of funny quotes and previous writings, applied the "K" method and made it my own (If you dont know what the "K" method is, One day you will). But on a serious note, later on i tried to research the reason why we dont have our own program in place. Its simple. Some super old and very important dude that sits behind a desk and gets paid a whole hell of alot more than i do, doesn't see the reason for the Coast Guard to have such means. Its sad that alot of policies and new training procedures are only then put in place after the fact that something has gone terribly wrong. Sometimes someone even loses their life. All of a sudden the light goes on and "hey we should do something to better train, educate and possibly mitigate the potential for this same thing happening again." No fucking shit.

  Oh well Fuck it. I guess ill wait till it happens then, at least i know ill be prepared. Theres three things that im a firm believer in, the reasons why i can potentially lose my life in a fight or have to lose the life of a fellow warrior or family member. My Fitness, My Training, and My Environment. I can control two outta those three. I control how hard i push myself in conditioning to have my body be ready for conflict. I control how well i learn and retain the skill set taught to me to be succesful in battle. And every once in a while your in an environment that you have no control over. You can Adapt to your sourroundings, and you should always have that self confidence, knowing that you wont be too tired or exhausted to fight or you dont know what to do cause of your lack of training. Fuck that noise. When life gives you lemons, Kick it in the balls. Read on. Peace.

Close Quarter Combat: Hand to Hand Combat Tips/Thoughts

by Brandonn Kealiinohomoku

When you think of hand to hand combat, do you think of grappling? Does your imaginary encounter end with both you and your attacker tumbling to the ground in a kids pool of Vaseline? Not this guy.

You see God and the Dhali Lama has Blessed me with a set of pretty special Talents, A Ground Game like a Mongoose, a Cock like a Burmese Python, and a mind of a Fucking Scientist.

On a serious note Grappling techniques aren't necessarily the most effective for close combat. When you are at close quarters, you often don't have the luxury of lots of room to shoot to take your subject down. Also, you may not want to tumble with a gargantuan male Samoan wrestler.

Remember, don't grapple with a grappler (Samoan, Horse&Cow Bouncer, etc) ... especially if you, yourself, aren't a grappler. Get it?

So, how do you avoid being taken to the ground like a bitch ass in a fight?

Start Hitting Early

My idols Bruce Lee and ME1 Chuck Norris had advice for hand to hand combat -- they struck out with Their closest weapon to the attacker's closest target. They often kicked with their lead leg to the knee or head, for example. I call this the foot to motherfucking face technique.

If you hit, or kick, early -- before your attacker reaches you, then you may be able to end the encounter without having to tumble to the ground.

Strike Until You Can Lock

Assuming that your attacker makes it past your initial counter-offensive ... you still have to stop the attack. If you are a striker, you'll probably keep striking, until you gain control with a joint lock, ball grab or thai clinch. You need wrist control, or an arm drag, or even a foot lock, to prevent a follow-up from your opponent.

If you can't think of an appropriate wrist or joint lock or you doubt that you could make your locks work in a close combat situation, then you should take a look on youtube or get in a fucking self defense gym.

Taking A Grab

What do you do if your attacker grabs you?

Easy. Go straight into a Sub... unless you want to soften your opponent up with a few hits/distractions and kicks beforehand. Your choice (Be aware of legal ramifications.) My favorite technique is when your opponent tries to grab either your neck or collar from the front with both arms, you then do a text book Lock&Drag, and proceed afterwards to use his head to block your knee.

Grabs are actually pretty cool whether your pitching or catching(dont think Prison). If the grab has a lot of force behind it, then you might want to look to an art that deals with the redirection of force...(Aikido, JiuJitsu, Judo, etc.). The same principle applies if you want to be the aggressor and punish this dude and his mom maybe even claiming his girlfriend as your prize.

But if the grab is not taking you off balance, then this could be the perfect time to try a joint lock. Think about it:

While your attacker is grabbing you, he (or she) is not hitting you. Hits are fast, grabs are slow, easier to deal with

A grab often exposes a hand for finger locks, knuckle damage, etc.

You can wrist lock or arm bar at any point in your counter -- before,

during or after your hits.

Like on of the greatest self defense trainers in the world once quoted "We can actually hip throw him to the side, he goes to the ground, we choke him out, and then once he's choked out we can do games like 'pull the pants down and hide the spice bottle'; it's a fun thing to do! And it will get a lot of laugh out of a lot of people!" -Bas “El Guapo” Rutten

As Coast Guard law Enforcement officers, we should definitely practice joint lock techniques and hand to hand in our defensive tactics training. They aren't the ultimate Officer Safety techniques, but they do have their place in a complete self defense system.

Blue Dreams

 The following is story i tried to write for a hawaii spearfishing magazine 2 years ago. Never did get it submitted. What do you guys think?

2FEB2011   "BLUE DREAMS" -a group of local boys triumph over *Murphys Law and the spoils of their victory-

by - Brandonn Kealiinohomoku

What is paradise? People may think paradise as a sorta like dream land that few have ever visited or possibly even traveling too. Take Hawaii or Guam for instance, people goto there and think that they are in paradise. To us Hawaii Locals and Chammoros it is a place simply called home. Does paradise have to be on an island sourrounded by beutiful exotic women, cheap beers and awesome scenery? or is it ok to call your beutiful new house, or having a good day at work, or even just having a wonderful night out with the one you love living in paradise?

For spear fisherman, just being in the water is enough to call anywhere we go paradise. think about it. Beutiful Sunny Days, riding out to the secret spot, jumping in crystal clear blue waters, hearing only your breathing as you inhale and exhale through your snorkel, and better yet when you take your first deep breath and descent into the blue abyss all is absolutely quiet, like a serene tempest or calm before the storm, just your heartbeating whisper you feel in your inner core. No worries, no problems staring at your target as you slowly approach your fish. No one hassling from a nagging boss, no traffic, or wife and kids requiring your attention. just you, the extension of your arm you call a speargun and that prize fish. This by no means is all about shooting fish. But what we did to get to that point. It is a long drawn out story, so grab a beer and prepare to laugh and awe. Like the saying goes “its not about the final destination, but the journey it took to get there.” Enjoy...

we arrive on the beutiful island of Palau on 31Jan11. Me And my three good chammoro friends Clifford Ricalde, Tom Torres and Manny Pangalenan are on a trifecta quest: to See what splendors this wonderful island has to offer, have a friggin good time and of course shoot some fish. We were only going to be there for 4 days 3 nights. The first day was a simple recon day. A day to meet up with our future dive expedition extradoinaire Carter. Carter was maritime police officer. A Palauan gentleman with many years under his belt shooting exotic game and just about experianced everything there is to see in Palau. The past few weeks had been raining terribly and carter informed us that the water has been murky and kinda shity. He suggested we dive on Wedenesday and hopefully the weather would be cleared up by then. I was floored with the news....It was only Monday. What do to? Well first of all. If you never been to the palauan islands add it to your bucket list. Probably one of the most beutifulest of Micronesian islands ive seen so far. We went on about first aquiring our share of Taro Wine. Think of moonshine island style, that is what your getting. Now a bunch of haoles have told me before the potency of Taro wine and how it was made to give you the buzz of your life. Us being island boiz and the time of day being only 9am, were anxious to get started. First stop the closest liquer market. Bam Taro wine for sale. There were a couple of locals there watching us inquire about the bottles we were about to purchase. we couldnt understand what they were saying, but definately knew they were laughing at us,  an even bigger reason to introduce this drink into our bodies. We grab 6 of what looked like were regular 16oz bottles of water. Seriously, imagine a small bottle of dasani water and now picture it no label with a white tab labeled “Taro Wine”. Best part, was that it only costs a dollar. 6 bucks to get “feelin goood” and three hours before lunch. Oh yeah did i mention that not all the places in Palau take Visa? Now minus 4 outta the 6 bottles cause we only have 2 dollars between the 4 of us. So 87 degrees of heat, 100% humidity, and we are walking along the side of the road drinking these bottles of Taro wine. We end up at a shell gas station, to pick up Hawaii’s beer of choice, Heinekens. And we end up getting invited to the back room by the store clerk to drink our beers and our taro wine, more laughing from the locals in there. Wierd but still confident that we will be able to pick up our rental car, check the local dive shops for future weather, and lastly get some lunch before night fall. Now get this. Being born and raised in Nanakuli, ive pretty much eaten a plethora of sea life our islands have to offer. The store clerk (now called aunty) offers us Tatagae or for us locals “Kala” and Informs us that the local fish market was right next door. I say yes that it is a good idea to eat some fish for pupus with our beers and wine. Thinking that it was going to be thrown on the grill and served palehu style. She says “no, Sashimi Style”. Ok wierd and new for all us boys but we agree to it anyways. We end up ordering one serving and about 10 minutes later, out comes two full plates of raw Kala, not just full but heaping amounts. I ask how many they had to cut up to get this much and aunty answers “oh, only one”. We all look at each other and are stunned by what she just said. So we talk story some more and go see for ourselves these massive fish. I swear these guys had coolers and coolers full of at least 10-15 pounders. And better yet, all shot by spear fisherman. The Kala we ate was ono, filling our bellies to the maximum. It was awesome with lemon, shoyu and wasabi mix. We end up meeting a Senator and another Gentleman who was running for senator. The hospitality that these people showed was unparalleled to anything ive seen in a long time. The Aloha spirit was there more than 3700 miles away from hawaii. 2 cases of beer some pupus and good stories.... Priceless. After lunch time we went to pick up our rental car, find out how the weather was going to be on wedenesday and enjoyed dinner a local restaurant. The nightlife was a blast meeting a ton of locals, dancing, and drinking ourselves to a well deserved hangover the next morning. Day one, Mission Complete. Day 2 we were on a quest with getting carvings. Palau is world renowned with having some of the most beutifullest carvings in the world. The master carvers, carve out story board shaped sea life. Pretty awesome looking stuff, with prices ranging from a couple dollars to around 12,000 dollars. We start drinking early into the evening and once again, party like rockstars till the wee hours of the morning. Me leading the charge. I remind myself that we have a dive day planned the next day with our new friend Carter. Then pass out in a drunken somber, waking up a few times to wipe the drool from that side the pillow and flip it.

Early in the morning, like super early around 6:30am (we went to bed around 4). I am rudely interrupted during a dream about rocking out in Palau, the dJ and crowd chanting my name. Dejavu? Nope, Its my friend Manny, pushing my mattress and yelling my name to wake up. “Brad wake the Hell up, the ship is about leave with us!” . Great he wakes me up two hours after stumbling in and has terrific news for me also, this cant get any worse. The ship that we live on is getting ready to leave for some unbeknowing reason. And if we dont get all our gear together right away they will leave with us and possibly shoot down our dreams of why we came to begin with. They make a loud pipe over the speakerphone in my room. “now all persons not sailing, get to the pier. You have 3 minutes”. I immediately jump outta my bed and scramble to throw on the closest thing that resembles a pair of surf shorts. I dont even bother changing my shirt i wore the night before (beer, cheap cologne and drool still lingering). It was the upmost panick ive been in a long time. I did bother to brush my teeth as i told manny to wake up cliff and Tom and tell them to get ready. We all met up at the front of the ship with our dive gear, still bumping in to each other cussing at ourselves and eachother on why we cant find pieces of our gear. My stuff was packed luckily ahead of time so i was the first to get ready to jump off the ship, but for some reason it seemed like i was forgetting something. “Stop!!!” yelled this Flaky guy that was on guard duty for the ship. “you guys can leave the ship now” he bowed his chest up like a silverback. Now i must tell you i really disliked this guy from the start of our incredible journey to sail here. He worked out every day and was all buff but didnt have any social skills to effectively hang out with anyone. “Hmm”, i thought, “Maybe he was homeschooled” i remark to my friends. “If you guys leave the boat, you will all be in big trouble.” He smirked. So we are pissed and about to give up hope, when the chief cook comes out. We tell him that the dooshbag security guard is giving us grief and that we had plans to meet up with our contact to do this spearfishing dive. The Chief looks at the security guard, nods his head and says “guys go ahead, ill handle this”. We laugh all the way to our rental car, as i see the security guard’s veins in his forehead pulsing with anger. Hes going to need a new jockstrap.

We get to the car, and just when you think that nothing else could go wrong. I remember what it was that i forgot. My damn floater, my ID, and my wallet. How do you forget one of the most necessesary pieces of equipment? Easy, drink like a fish the night before. So i chalk up my loss for that part of my life ill never get back and go ahead and use a public phone to call Carter. And guess what? there is no reaching him at all. Our day is looking not so good. No floater, no cash, and apparently no brain. All of a sudden a cop shows up, and comes over to check us out. We get to talking and i bring up Carter’s name. To our suprise the police officer knows who he is. He tells his partner to get a phone book and they make some calls to try and reach him. This guys is my friggin hero as i watch him make about 20 phone calls all around the island in an attempt to make contact with carter. Success!! We get him on the phone, and he has good news just like manny did. “bro, you were suppose to call me last night to set up a time to go out.” “you never called, so i thought the plan was cancelled” like i said, good news. I explained what had happened and what all we been though so far. Oh yeah by the way. Our fourth wheel Tom had to bail out earlier cause he had other business to attend to. Carter tells me that he is out on his boat doing some fishing and just so happens came back into cell phone range when the police officer called. He tells us to meet him at the dock and to just buy gas. No problem. A divine sign of good luck? Maybe. To make it better another guy from the ship stops by and we let him know that the ship is leaving for a while. He forgot something also and had to run back in and outta the ship. I plead with him to grab my floater and wallet. Who needs an ID on an island anyways. He arrives back 10 minutes later with what ask for. Manny and Cliff are still waiting patiently in the SUV as i finally make it back to them. We drive as fast as this cheap rental could go and get to the dock. Then Carter tells us that we can load up our gear and meet him on the other side of the pier to get gas. Gas! we need money to buy gas, and they dont take credit cards. You would think we knew that the first time when we bought The Wine. There are only 2 Atms on the island about 15 minutes away from the dock. We tell him to wait for us and we’ll be right back. We run down to the Atm, while getting cash out, i figure we stop by the  market and pick up a few snacks and drinks. We get back, load up, pay for gas and finaly roll out to start our fishing day.

It takes about 25 minutes to get to this little shoal area. And we drop down around 60ft. This place is loaded with tons fish, some of wich ive never seen before. A few Napoleon wrasse, some omilu’s and some other type of fish the locals call sweet lips. Now between being hung over, and finally figuring out i have a slight sinus infection, its not going good for me at all. I can taste the beer coming up through my  snorkel. The current is kicking up and im giving it all i got. We spend about an hour or so and after a couple of misses, and one inenue. We decide to check to out another spot. Our boat driver Jr. Has a good feeling about this next spot. We get there and splash again. The current is worse here and i dont see any fish any where around. So im taking my time and start fining around, in about 20ft. of water. I spot the best looking Uhu for the day and take a few drops on him. Clearly he is not spooked at all. But there is no way he is getting in range of my riffe. So after about 10 minutes of trying to catch him, and the irritation of throw up in my snorkel. I decide finaly that today aint my day. Oh well you win some and you lose some. I look up for our boat and they are about 60yds. Away. I put head back in the water, gun by my side. I scan the reef one last time to my right, then spot something from the corner of my left eye. I turn and its a nice size manta ray. And oh my god coming from the dark abyss to the right of this ray is a friggin huge sailfish. The biggest one ive ever seen in my life. Not to mention the only sailfish ive ever seen in real life. And hes swimming directly towards me. I ask my self “am i dreaming?” “could this really be happening?” in 20ft of water this sailfish is gracefully swimming directly in my direction, and closing fast. I bring up my gun, absolutely not excited at all. I guess i was anticipating to either miss, him swimming away or me waking up. Not only is this really happening but mr. Sailfish turns slightly to his right to say “hey brah, before you shoot, let me give you the best possible shot you can get” i pull the trigger and i hear the Fwhap of shaft hitting solid meat, right behind his gill plate. I let go of my gun and look at my floater drifting right next to me. While i see the sailfish take off into the deep, i see all my tag line rip through the water, then the floater, and as fast as i saw it skimming the top of the water. I see it leave the surface and follow suite. Gone all my gear. The thought runs through my mind of how am i going to explain this to my friends and family. I thought it was a marlin, and i was going to have to live with “ok i lost my $700 dollar riffe that isnt even meant to shoot pelagics, and a $150 dollar lifeguard floater, and oh btw it was in 20ft. of water”. Come on, are you serious. I look up and scream at the boat to come get me. They speed to me immediately and cliff said i was swimming so fast that he thought i was being chased by a shark, he literally lifts me into the boat and everyone is wondering, the the hell just happened. They take notice to my floater gone and their eyes widen as i inform them that i just nailed a marlin. Floater no were in site. We search the area for a good 15 minutes. And im just feeling terrible that lost all my gear. When Jr. Spots the floater and we make a bee line towards it. I was screaming at cliff and manny to get their gear on and get ready to jump in. I didnt want sharks or anything else to get my catch. Ive seen video footage of Onos, and Mahi’s being shot and sinking floaters. Ive heard of stories of pelagic fish diving down and popping floaters also. So imagine my relief when i get in the water and see that this fish is terribly exhausted and just sitting there swimming in a slow circle. A beaten warrior of the deep. I had a deep feeling of honor and respect for him. Why was he in so shallow? Was he as hung over as much as i was? Carter, Cliff and Manny help me get him into the boat. And celebration all around. I took a seat and stared blankly into the deep blue sea. This had to be a dream. Did he really just come from there? Did i really just land a sailfish? We make our way back to the ship to show our catch to the crew. 4 days 3 nights. Less than one hour of diving produced a catch and a story of a lifetime. After the photos, shakahs and highfives. We take him to another dock to have him officially weighed and cut up. 134lbs was the official weight. We enjoy Asahi Blues and some sailfish sashimi. The three of us gave away about 2/3rds of the fish to the local people that helped make this dream possible. The next day everyone on the ship wanted to hear tales of the “fish that didnt get away”. We set sail for our next destination, the three of us happy and content men.

I am thankful for everything that is beutiful on this wonderful earth. Im not a proffesional spearfisherman, and i like to think that is why my story is so unique. What has been passed down from my Mother and Father is all i have to take with me, everytime i enter the ocean. I like to think that their teachings of how to survive in the ocean and in life, go with the flow of things has helped me in my journey. Thoughts of my wife and 2 girls are the only thing that keeps me safe when times are tuff. Through adversity and perserverance we made one good thing outta a bunch of bad things. Some haole guy told me on the ship that i was “LUCKY” to have shot that fish. I agreed with him, but in my heart i had a big smirk. You see to me.. Luck is when preparation meets oppurtunity. Aloha

-Brandonn Kealiinohomoku is a Maritime Enforcement Specialist in the US Coast Guard. Born and Raised in Nanakuli, Hawaii. He is stationed on Coast Guard Cutter Sequoia located in Guam.
*Murphys Law = If something has a chance of going wrong, it probably will.

*sigh* i love my kids!

  So im drinking a captain and coke one day and my youngest daughter asked me " dad i wanna be a pirate hunter in the coast guard like you" i told her " Fuck no your not joining the coast guard!" she asks why not. And i inform her that she can do better  than her dear old dad. " then what should i be?" she replied. "Well" i said "you can aspire to be an astronaut like i wanted to be when i was your age, explore space, fight massive hordes of aliens with high tech weaponry, or weild a sword made outta pure light that can cut through anything.  Or you can be a doctor to help people. Be super popular in the world for the work youve done. Write books for everyone to learn from. Travel the world to perform specialized surgeries. Get payed really well and drive a super nice and fast car. Or a lawyer"  content for the time being she strolled away. a few minutes later she asks "dad whats a lawyer?" I say with a smirk "its a person who will keep daddy from going to jail!" "Ok then, ill be a lawyer" hell yeah!!!

Hell Frozen or Not

This is not my work. i just thought it was this badass to  be posted on my blog. Just fucking read it..

The following is supposedly an actual question given on a university chemistry exam.

The answer by one student was so profound that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time.
So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving.
I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different Religions that exist in the world today.
Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.

Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not
belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls
in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in
Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you", and take
into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must
be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen
over.
The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A"

The religious aspect in my paradigm

I use to think that in order to be a believer in god you had to go to church. I grew up catholic. The same ol same ol sundays. Wake up super early, get ready, load up the car, and wonder why my dad doesnt have to attend services. "Football" he says as hed pop a budweiser and sit in front the tv. Hell yeah i thought to myself. Thats what id rather be doing.

So wed get there, and sit through the beginning part of mass, sing a few songs, give money, then the whole freaky give peace to thy neihbor. I never understood that as a young kid. Old people hugging you, wierd people hugging you, and never a hot chick.  Like seriously where were all the pretty girls or cute older ladies that i would see coming in prior to this holy meeting. Im sure it didnt help that mom always sat me and my brother up in the front. "So we can see and hear the priest better." MOM i can see him perfectly good and the speakers that sourround this church is loud enough to hear this dude outside.

Ok now the interesting part of this weekly evolution.  The priest would then come and save me from both the singing of out of tune people and my mother conctantly pinching my leg to stay awake. *Mom im sure god can see you pinching us* haha. He would say to gather all the children and go with mother so Nd so. Now i know what your thinking. Catholic church, and RAPE!!!. But no it was sunday school. It was a few minutes to talk in lamens terms the same boring topics that we started learning out there. Except me and my brother were the coolest kids in this place. Mostly everyone else in sunday school were a bunch of nerdy, un-athletic haole kids. my fellow classmates would ask some of the most stupixest questions. Their stupidity was just as bad as their outfits. *Who dressed you this morning, dennis rodman?* On the plus side there were cute girls. And even though they looked lime they grew up in M. Night Shamalahns The Village. It was nice being able to look cool and be flattering to cousins of rosie odonnel. Umm cuter versions though.

So me and my broseph would finish *learning about the lord for dummies* and be herded out back to our parents.  Sit next to my mother, sing a few more hymns, get some body of christ and finally be done with fucking church. O yeah there were donuts and juice afterwards. FML seriously i thought FUCK MY LIFE.

Now im 29 years old, sitting in kailua blogging on my galaxy s3. Hence the reason for the formatting of this blog. When it hits you to blog, stop and just do it. Fuck everyone else this memory or rant is fresh in my mind all of a sudden and im putting it down on text. Hell yeah. But anyways i to this day beleive in god. I went through 1st communion, never been raped by a priest *thank god* and now am happy with the knowledge i have about the bible and the cool shit that is religion. I think back at the times i gave my mom grief for making me go. I think back at looking at her face light up with happiness when she saw us return from school. On the drive home i would look at my mom and she would have this spiritual sense of gratitude eminating from her. It would always make me happy to see my mom happy. Shit she was the only woman to have my back whenever my young world would feel like its crumbling i.e cant find my skateboard, what im going to eat for dinner, etc. You know stuff elementary age boys have to worry 
About.

Now that i think about it. I didnt mind church that much. It made my mom happy. Honor thy mother right?  Instead of playing outside. Playing football, skateboarding, picking on little haole kids. Here i was sitting next to mom. Attaining one of the most important strengths in my life. Spiritual strenght. The reason i fancy myself a badass is because of my upbringing and the diminished masculinity in todays society. My best friend once told me. "Every mother gave birth to a child except my mom, She gave birth to a legend!!" THANK YOU LORD AND THANK YOU MOM.

Peace niggas

New years rumpous

This new years was a great time for reflection. I had the honor of my cousin justin his girlfriend jasmine and my best friend kino and his happily hapai wife. My neihbors down the street had their own party going on. We made our rounds listened to a young and talented lad play guitar and sing with his mom. Great stories had by all. Hawaii nei is a good place to enjoy the new years and every other holiday. I love the wonderful weather at all times of the day. It is a all around good time all year. My friends and family drank to their hearts cntent. Washington apples,  hawaiian moonshine, irish carbombs. My neihbors had beutiful guest over. And sharing drinks with brothers that always have your back is a well welcomed comfort.