Post #94349 by Tiki-Toa on Thu, Jun 3, 2004 8:21 AM

Home That is what it means to me, and the way I thought of it for a long time after I left, being a former Jarhead I was lucky enough to be stationed there, I can still remember the feeling of when the guy called my name and then said where I was going to be stationed, wow. It is where I bought my first tiki, downtown Honolulu by Waikiki beach among all the camera clad tourists. Visting is like foreplay, lving there is the "BIG O", nothing like it it gets in your skin and changes you, you get in the motion of the ocean, everything slows down to tiki time. Girls walking around in cut-offs, bikini tops and flipflops. The little bags of fresh wok fried hawaiian doughnuts that you could get at the grocery store. Everywhere you go there is an ocean breeze. Pogs, which to this day I still have not figured out how to play! It has been more then 10 years since I lived there, I miss it terribly, if I could be Gecko's floor sweeper making two bucks an hour to live there again I would! I'm done. Going to go find a beer so I can cry in it.