Post #737533 by Tiki Shark Art on Tue, Feb 17, 2015 2:09 AM

Aloha Tiki Tribe!~
Meanwhile...in a dimly lighted TIKI-BAR,
...at a table in the back of a large room a few man-sized wooden Tikis loom over a table a few people are sitting at.
One of them, an odd, lean, guy whose loud Hawaiian shirt hangs loosely on his skinny frame letting others know he's gotta be a starving-artist or a starving-rummy.
"I gotta' let you all know something." he moans as he rubs his hound-dog face.
Sipping exotic drinks , the others raise eyebrows - their faces show well used expressions of "Oh no, what now?!"
"It's important." The thin talker mutters.
He tilts his black hat back on his white hair (eerie white - like he just saw a ghost) and, even though they were sitting in nearly complete twilight and velvet black-shadows, he wears a pair of dark-as-sin-glasses, that he rarely takes off.
Honestly, half the people at the table thought he was blind when they first met him. When asked about them he always mumbles "Doctor's orders."
Now, he takes them off, leans forward , eager to speak, his eyes wide and strange in the gloom.
"So guess what?" he asks.
"What?" you retort.
"My first TIKI Book is coming out!" he blathers!
"A what kind of book?" you frown.
It's a Book… but it has a bunch of my Tiki Art in it."
"Oh," you smile, " You mean it's an Art Book."
"No,"he snorts .
"Look at this flier." he sputters as he slides a sheet of paper across the rum stained wood table.
In the low light everyone squints to read the paper.

"You wrote a book?" you laugh.
"No, no. " he sighs. ""Here, read this too" he flips another sheet across the table, but it slips off & lands on the floor that's littered with cracked peanut shells.
Some one picks it up, gives it a shake, and places it on the table. It's edge starts to soak up some spilled alcohol.
"What is this? It's the same piece of paper." You smirk.
"No , read it more closely!" he ejaculates. Hs eyes are wet with emotion.
"I don't know what made me do it! But now, I have to do something about it!" He sputters.
His long fingers grab his greasy-ghost hair in both hands. His hat tilts at a crazy angle. The people at the table look at him, then at each other - with startled looks on their faces, and then down at the second piece of paper.
It reads…

A woman gasps.
"It's a Book signing event! In Kona!"

(To Be Continued!)

Brad (Tiki-Shark) Parker
http://www.tikishark.com
"You have not appropriated the Culture of Hawaii, the Culture of Hawaii has appropriated you."
K. Angel Pilago (Hawaiian Elder & my personal Yoda)

[ Edited by: Tiki Shark Art 2015-02-17 02:56 ]