Party with the Homeless

So, um, yeah. I was out cruising the Waikiki strip and this homeless guy asked me for a cigarette. I obliged and then he asked me what was up. I told him i was looking for a bar with no cover. He said, yeah i know a place. So i followed him to this bar. He asked me where i was from, and then when i told him he asked me if I knew this guy from there. Turns out he knew one of my old bandmates from a hardcore band I used to be in named Krell.

Small world I know. Then of course he sees some friends (who are decidedly not homeless) and they invited us to a house party. Sounds crazy, I know, but i was feeling nostalgic for when I used to do stupid-ass shit, so I went. It was pretty much the rockinest time i have had in a while. Just sayin.