So I come to work as usual, every day I have off from the firehouse, to this sanitorium of human decay that is Waikiki. Beautiful, sundrenched, warm and lovely. Coated with the body oils and oilings of millions of mid-western bovines that crawled outta the John Deere, just in time to see the sunset, and quaff a Mai-Tai.
Not.
A 5 star esort such as the pink lady is, regales a clientle that is, say, continental. As in - breakfast. 2 croissants, a cup a Joe, and splash the OJ in ya face, baby.
IE- Cheap rich fucks.
I always forget to genuflect before the almightys that show their fine, impeccable, lack of taste, class, or style. Example - bitch about 13 dollar burgers. WTF? I'd be bitching about the $500 a-night room, meself. But, hey, Fuck 'Em.
Some are great, yes. Nice folks, considerate, thankful. Easy to show Aloha to.
And then there are the demons. Oh dear God, where on earth do these retards come from? What rocky form did they crawl out from under?
More fun.
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