this will be an ongoing communique of the various homeless denizens I encounter in Honolulu.
These logs will require a small amount of backstory, so let me get the banalities out quick. First off, my car is currently in Ocala, being driven by my stepfather. Since his normal vehicle is a Ford F250 and gas is over $4/gal, I figured I'd be a CHAMP and let him use my car. That, and the cost of shipping it to Honolulu was almost $2000, definitely not worth it.
That being said, I have to walk to work. It's a brisk .9 mile foray from Hobron Lane in west Waikiki to 'Da Strip,' convienently located downtown (when you think Waikiki, you think of where I work).
Also, I work at a certain EVIL MULTINATIONAL COFFEEHOUSE which really isn't as evil as everyone makes it out to be. It's actually quite a fun, stress-free job 99% of the time.
However. And it is a big however. Something that is never shown in the brochures and tourbooks and all those wonderful things about Hawaii - there is an ENORMOUS homeless population. It's unbelieveable just how many bums are here. And, by and large, they're all crazy. My unique hours of operation, plus the fact that I walk to work, allow me to experience an interesting variety of these people. These posts will be my observations, compiled neatly for you to read.
Now, some of these occurences are pretty "out there," as the venacular goes. But I promise I'm not making these up. This stuff all really does happen to me.
Please continue to read on.
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Submitted by James on July 9, 2008 - 8:30pm.