In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Well, I Never….”
I must say garage tattoos are a big NO NO. Got my first tattoo when I was 15 years old. Hid it from my mother till I was 18. Thought I was cool, yet deep down inside I was embarrassed.
I played a little football. Short and chubby, so being a lineman was a perfect fit. The senior class “Varsity” team called me big punisher. Named after the rapper. Big Pun famous song “I’m not a player, I just crush alot”. So I decided to get big punisher tattooed by an inexperienced artist in Japanese. To top that, I had him try to make the name in a Chinese finger trap. Well, that tattoo gets retouched everytime I sit down for new ink.
Lesson learned… sit in a real shop with a real artist or get ready to get a much larger tattoo surrounding your poor choices. Do I regret the tattoo… never. Would I make sure nobody else does it, absolutely
Beginnings don’t have to start when we are born. We grow, we change, we experience, we live.
Picture yourself, distant from family and a life you are used to. On a tropical island. Time for a change, a reinvention, or just a time to reevaluate you life. Spending time on a surfboard in the middle of the ocean waiting for the next set is just mind altering.
We take pieces of our life and build the best of ourselves. Like a quilt, we take all the experiences we have and mend them together to create the best us. It sounds selfish, but self image is so necessary for the pursuit of happiness. Happiness starts from within and radiates to the people around you. Love can heal, love can mend your soul.
For everyone that knows me knows I’ve always tried to have a smile on my face. In times of depression, and heartache I have always tried my best to keep everyone else smiling. You know, I feel that’s all we have these days. Definitely is one of the best medications, and in this day of age, that’s the only way I “Try” to practice self medicating. Enough about that, let’s get to the aloha.
Picture yourself in a new town where you know nobody. You live a 30 min drive down the freeway in a different city. A town of the bold and the beautiful. From surfers, skaters, and beautiful sunsets, a place called Huntington Beach.
At the young age of 21, I’m sitting next to the apitomy of beauty, hoping to get a job. Yes, a man I’m speaking about. Don’t worry, I’m happily married and I’ve got alot to tell you about her in another post…just wait.
After 6 months of becoming great friends with 6 great guys (I mean come on, they used to be backup dancers for n’snyc!) they invite me to take a trip of my life to paradise. With no place to live, and no money in the bank I pack a bag, grab my guitar, longing for a surfboard, and buy a one way ticket to a place I’ve only seen in movies, a destination like no other, not knowing that this would change my perspective on life and how to treat people. A island we all know called Oahu.
Days pass with no place to rest my head. The worry kicks in, money is running out. I’m desperate! Then someone answers my request. Back then I used http://www.roommates.com.
My new roommate is gay!! Trust me, that’s not the big surprise…at all. “He” only has a lanai, which for those of you unfamiliar with Hawaiian tongue, is a balcony. A queen size bed, a dresser, and 3 feet of space. $450/month. Trust me it’s better then sleeping on the beach.
I arrive on the island and show up at “his” house, only to be greeted by someone else. This 19-20 year old doesn’t wear tops, but loves his star studded spandex. He swings his 4 ft long blonde braid around his back and says
“Ooooh baby!! You must be Joey”.
I replied “Yes I am.”
This young man proclaims while lifting one arm in the arm ever so gracefully ” you are not living with “him” honey, let me introduce you to CUKIE JONES.” Then I look down a dark hallway, the sound of an rc motor is roaring and out comes Ms. Cukie Jones, on a electric wheelchair, a 550 pound gay-pride-charity-winning-drag-queen. SHE is in a full moo moo with a chiquita banana woman headpiece on. Honestly, it was amazing.
For the next two months I lived with Cukie, and got to know Cukie, and really got to learn about a whole new culture I have never experienced. I say two months because Cukie was hit by a drunk driver in the middle of the night while going to pick up Her prescription. I was devastated. I sat at her hospital bed and she told me to “just go home. Not to worry, I’ll be fine.” As I hug Cukie and walk out of the hospital I never knew those were the last words Cukie would speak to me. I never got to tell her how amazing of a person she was, that she made the most delicious lasagna any chubby kid could ask for, that she opened her arms and her heart without ever knowing me. That she showed me “Aloha.”
This was my first experience with true Aloha. An experience, I wanted to embrace. More of a lifestyle. She changed the way I think, act, and live. Never judge a book by it’s cover. Never forget to tell people how you make them feel. Be real, talk story, enjoy the daylight, cause you never know if you will see the sunrise or the sunset again. Peace and love and always
LIVE IN ALOHA
Check her out. Just one amazing person. Cheers to all of you. Thanks for reading.