Homeless in Hawaii
About this blog
At the age of 18, two days after graduating from high school and receieving my honors diploma, I took off to Hawaii. The plan was to get a place with Paulie, the same guy I ran away to California with. Well, he screwed me over and left me homeless on the streets of Waikiki. I met the right group of young squatters and they took me under thier wing and looked after me while I did my best to earn my keep and my meal ticket, so to speak. We looked out for each other. There was a strange sense of comradery and companionship amongst us bums. I spent four months sleeping on beaches, selling herb, robbing and conning people and wooing as many tourists as I could all the while trying to survive such a rotten existence...

