ima buta hunt desu. iru kana? up in the mountains looking for pork….

good morning. 6:45am on another beautiful hawaiian tropical day. looking pretty nice outside. got a small south swell in town and a small north/west swell on the north shore. got a bunch of guys out at lani’s and looking pretty good. 6 guys out at bowls. ahhhhh….. i want to surf!!!! ahhhh….. i might have to go hunting today… have a great stress free day…

kazuma is from okinawa and only 9 years old. on my last night in okinawa, he came up to me and gave me this photo of us when we were in chiba a few weeks earlier. i thought that was pretty cool…

i turned the photo around and this is what it said. in english “kirby-san, thank you for everything”. it honestly touched my heart…

then right after that, daiki-kun came up to me and gave me this frame he made. i think daiki-kun is 6?

he even drew a picture of me. check out my middle comb… haha… daiki-kun said that the glass and shells that’s glued to the frame were picked at sunabe. that’s priceless. two great kids. and two great parents. it’s these things that parents teach their kids is what’s awesome. from the heart, just like their father, kazubo-san. wanted to say thank you again and again to the kazubo-san family in okinawa. hope to see you again soon….

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good evening. what a nice day it was today. i drove to kaneohe to check out kyle and some of the new upcoming hawaii skin diver tv footage. it’s going to be awesome. then headed to kailua to stop by island snow, then to waimanalo to my friend abe’s nursery, then to hawaii kai to get new license plates for my car, then ate kim chee 2, and just came home. wow, such a long day! but the drive was awesome, especially with 2 eyes. i’m super tired and ready for bed. i might go hunting with my friends tomorrow up deep in the mountain. going to try to catch a pig. want to see it on youtube? might be ok for some people and might not be ok for some people. maybe i’ll video it, maybe not. anyway, i’m going to suck down an ice cold beer and hit the sack. goodnight….
**my little friend nohea sent me a book he had written. somebody published it and made limited copies. i’m lucky enough to get 2 copies sent by nohea. the book that changed my life. read the preface….

The book you are holding was written by a remarkable young man, who
calls himself Nohea. He is just fifteen years old.
i was born in a small town in dominican republic north coast an we had no
water no lectric no nutn just 4 walls u can see lite thru caus was made with
wood slats an a zinc roof u can hear rats run cross at nite—we had no
batroom – was outside an tha shower was a bucket hang from a string on a
tree an we haded to go pump water from down the street for get watr to tha
house for cook on pro pane gas thing…… was fun — we had lot of famly
ther……my ma get pregnan wid me wen she wers 12 by my granpa —- an
afta she keeps has baby evry yerar to she die — she die wen she wers 23 from
OD…
…wen my step dad get kill she wen crazy an she start only take drugs an
she let men do sex to me for suport her drug habit an she get me hookd on
dope to……i wud do anytin not to go home…..i wud sleep on the roof –unda
tha stair…….anywer….wit tha super….anywer i cud but she wud jus like hurt
me wne i get home an burn me an stuff…..i alredy had lot of lil brothr an 1 lil
sister to took care a so i was try an be good but i wer always be bad for som
resin…..i wud be ride a bike i makes from takin bike parts from tha garbag
an i bilt it an wud ride up an down the blok til 3am jus for no have them men
do sex but my ma wud drags me up stare so i ran way….i was jus b4 i was
9……an wat i do??? stupid me….i wenm go plases for sell my own butt jus
for eat an stuff—-so i lef 1 badness an run to tha next 1
Nohea has been fending for himself since he was five years old. At twelve
he was abducted by a group of men, raped and beaten over many days, and
left for dead, yet he survived. He has been in and out of a broken foster care
system, in homes where he continued to experience abuse. He has decided
he is safer on the street.
Two bright lights in Nohea???s life have been a long-distance ???dad??? and
???mom??? who live in two different states and have supported him with prayer,
phone calls, email, and whatever cash they can pull together. Through them,
Nohea has come to believe that he is loved by God.
As I write this, Nohea is fighting for his life against Kaposi???s Sarcoma, an
HIV-related cancer.
The Wizard of Harlem is only partly fiction. It is based on Nohea???s actual
experiences, mixed in with his hopes and dreams. As we read, may our
hearts be broken for all the lost children and may we be moved to take
action.
???Tess???
May, 2007