good morning. windy weather, small south swell, and a lot of worried people here in hawaii. i’m away from my tv, radio, internet, and phone all day so if you hear any good news, please send me an email so i have something good to look forward to after i finish work. mahalo….
it was 7th grade when i met this man named Chico Gonda. well, he was a 12 year old kid then, one of the toughest, respected, and bad boy of niu valley intermediate school. i was a little short and small japanese kid back then but Chico took me in. we hung out together, had great times, and the thing Chico really did to impact my life, was to teach me how to be a bad boy. stand up for yourself, don’t take shit, and friends forever was his bad boy theme. i’m not proud of being terrible and getting into a lot of trouble sometimes, and i bet Chico will deny even being a part of it, but 7th grade was my turning point in my life and i’m glad i met this guy. if it wasn’t for him, i’d be backing down to people, running away from trouble, and still getting picked on all my life. a life i wouldn’t want to live. thanks Chico….
these are Chico’s boys! big, strong, and i’m sure a handful. it was great seeing you Chico, i know you don’t know how much you impact my young life, but you did in a great way and i’ll always respected you for that. the next time you shoot big ulua’s with a bow and arrow, call me up. i want to try!
