Yo, Budhead, |
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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?" |
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Talk about make-A. | ||||||
When sista talk I like cry. |
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Back home, you remember how when you use the Safeway card the cashiers | ||||||
go read your name on the receipt? |
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Thank you for shopping Safeway, | ||||||
Mr. Chien. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Have a good day, Mr. Engle, | ||||||
she told him. | ||||||
Come my turn, I like talk story but the cashier no can look my eyes. |
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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. |
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I wanted for go scold | ||||||
the manager. |
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But that's so fuckin' haole. |