Sometimes
I get into little fights with Gaby. In this picture, she knocked my
tooth out and she's choking me.... look at that evil look in her
eye.... it gives me chills to look at this picture.... the red ring
around my neck is still there.Sometimes
I get into little fights with Gaby. In this picture, she knocked my
tooth out and she's choking me.... look at that evil look in her
eye.... it gives me chills to look at this picture.... the red ring
around my neck is still there.
This
is my friend, Satan. She gets me my "stash".... she's my supplier....
She's not as evil as she looks, and ever since she got a boyfriend,
she got rid of that extra facial hair. The little "liquor cabinet"
that I share with Gaby is expanding, thanks to Satan's help.... thank
you so much, and keep up the good work at *ahem* she probably doesn't
want me to mention where it is you work...
Mrs.
Gaby's Mom is the one who taught me all I know... as young child she
took Gaby and I to work with her on the streets of Waikiki.... she
showed us how it's done. A lot of my values are based on what I have
learned from her.... for example.... never take someone's wallet
until they're dead or unconscious...
I'm
on the left... and on the right is my friend Berber... do you like my
sombrero? This was taken in Mexico... after we robbed that liquor
store, mugged an old lady, and were on a high speed chase. We lost
the cops and ran for the border.... then we hitch hiked to
Tiajuana(?).... we were never caught.... but I still remember being
found by those drug lords and being taken to South America.... they
told us to strap some fresh Colombian stuff on us and meet someone
named Paco when we got back to Hawaii... ok... I think you know more
than I'm supposed to tell.
Here
on the left is my surveillance cam picture.... taken in a 7-11... on
the right is a picture taken of me after a more recent robbery. I
lost the picture of me with the bag of diamonds and brief case full
of cash. can't believe I lost it, I was sure it was with the bags of
pot and coke I had... darn.
hmmm...
let's see... shall I name(nick names) everyone? ok... in the
[back]...(left to right) (Dawn, Shaba,
Zulu,[bench]... Kero, Ing(me), Chongo, Joozu,
Albino,[lying across- top]... Trisha, [lying
across- top]... Jen. This was taken in Washington DC.... at
the Smithsonian I think... I still remember walking there... having
people beg us for money... and ripping my lip from the cold air...
couldn't play horn for a week. Oh yeah, that's right.... I'm a horn
player... yeah, I got big lips.. and I guess I'm ok at it... anyway,
if any of you out there wants to hear it... I have a recording... so
you can go deaf... just email me or something:
iwail@hawaii.edu
There
I am shooting up.... well... it's insulin anyway... and I'm not
diabetic, Gaby just thought it'd be funny if I took a picture like
that. Actually, anything you see on my page that suggest that I might
be a wild child, are probably not real... I'm really a rather
sheltered child... come home at 6 everyday, you know.... well 6AM...
but still... at least I come home.
Ahh,
look at this person... Doesn't she look familiar? Yep, that's right,
it's Gaby. I still have no idea why she shaved that mustache... and
those thick eyebrows? How manly. She was arrested for drug possesion,
armed robbery, grand theft,larceny, impersonating an officer of the
law, eating beef on meatless Friday, wearing red with purple, jay
walking, murder, and streaking.
And
here I am... this was taken back when I had my beard. As you can see,
I'm 7'6"... don't mess with me, i'm 600lbs too... I had that beard
because I thought that it looked better when I was a truck driver...
yep, I was a trucker... I almost died when I was taking a haul of
radio-active stuff cross country... then i swerved so I wouldn't hit
this kid that ran after his dog.... then there was a big spill...
there were some spiders and mutant frogs involved, but I won't go
into those boring details...