|I went drive Lois-Ann to Denver International this morning so she should get|
|home pretty soon. You no can believe how sweet was for wala'au, even if Lois-Ann like|
|for make trouble. Last night, we all stay waiting for dinner, and the kolohe asks me, "So|
|why you stay here, never get accepted West Coast?"
|Talk about make-A.|
|When sista talk I like cry.
|Back home, you remember how when you use the Safeway card the cashiers|
|go read your name on the receipt?
|Thank you for shopping Safeway,|
|And I would scold them, "Eh, no call me|
|that. Make me feel so damned old." Then they like laugh plenty of them know|
|me from dig-nose days.
|At the checkout this morning, the braddah in front me get|
|one blond ponytail, stay chanting. More worse, he smelled hauna, like he never went|
|bathe. Braddah paid up.
|Have a good day, Mr. Engle,|
|she told him.|
|Come my turn, I like talk story but the cashier no can look my eyes.
|And when she|
|give me back my change, she still no say shit. Only put the money on the counter. My|
|name right there on the receipt, Kupau.|
|For real, I went check.
|I wanted for go scold|
|But that's so fuckin' haole.|