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Aside from the usual agenda and itinerary, my only deviation was a morning appointment at the dentist in Kahala for an overdue cleaning. Otherwise, no teeth or gum problems. Praise Molech! I arrived in town late, so my usual cup of coffee was courtesy the fast food joint. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.

Obviously, not much is being accomplished on the homeless front. I should be contacting homeless shelters and local agencies. Instead, I procrastinate. What keeps me from seeking the only option left? Is it pride? Am I just too "good" to be homeless? Do I believe that I am above the homeless? Or, is it the shame of ultimate defeat?

I ran into Maka at the gym. I had not seen him around for almost a week. I suspected that he suffered some kind of medical malady. Sure enough, Maka spent that time in the hospital after initially checking in at the emergency room. The problem is related to diabetes, which will most likely force him to have his leg amputated.

Later, my homeless buddy made an appearance at the gym. He is leaving for Vietnam at the end of next month. He will be gone for six months. In the meantime, he is still camping at the airport with myriad other homeless. He really likes camping at the airport, so much so that he declined the offer for a rental unit in the new senior citizen housing complex in Pearl City. No surprise.

My homeless buddy advised me to not enroll for services in any homeless shelter. The stench from the other unclean homeless guys will make it impossible to sleep, he said. My homeless buddy also mentioned that the law prohibiting people from using a motor vehicle as a motorhome has been overturned, with the provision that the vehicle is currently registrated and is insured. So far, I have not found any proof of the latter.

No evening outing in Kahala. Again, no surprise. Dinner is easily procured at the usual eating establishments in Hawai'i Kai, although there aren't too many places to loiter effectively. Not to worry. I don't mind returning to Waimanalo earlier than usual. I have the Net to occupy my idle time. Sheesh!

Without any further commentary, I am forced to include filler material for the last paragraph of this post. Even titles for the "blog" posts are hard to come by. Worse yet, the captions for the pictures of young hotties often pose a challenge. Oh, the foolishness.