Rather than wait for over an hour at the dealership, I opted to ride the bus to town. Big mistake. The bus ride took me through the entirety of picturesque Kalihi. Lots of Filipinos and Micronesians. Lots of obesity. Lots of poverty. The bus was completely full all the way to town.
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The ride back to the dealership on the bus was exactly the same as the earlier trip ... crowded with Filipinos and Micronesians. Kalihi is basically a third-world city. Once I retrieved my truck, I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I stopped off at the 7-Eleven® store in Niu Valley for a refreshing Slurpee®. Another day, another dollar ... short.
Ol' Lavahead Mini-Update®
I rarely speak anymore, so I have discovered that I am "losing my voice." My vocal chords only emit squeaky, raspy noises now. I really don't care anyway. Talk is cheap. Very cheap.
Ah yes, the ol' #2 Bus up School Street. Every once in a while I scoot up to the Marukai Market across from the prison to buy this and that, and I ride the Route 2 to the Bus headquarters and walk to the store. The ride up School St. gets more depressing each week. Some mighty po' folks up there, not looking very prosperous, I must say. It's kind of a mini-Waianae, except it's not on the water. At least is they had some beach front....
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