Sunday, January 2, 2011

Three Weeks On An Island.

three weeks later and the world has changed and remained the same. today was the first sunday leisure group ride since the death of zachary manago; although the group was as intact as ever, the emptiness of our fallen friend was imminent.

nimz and I celebrated the new year on top the roof of the marine lab where she is employed. at the stroke of midnight honolulu erupted into a technicolor of explosions. the city of honolulu was quickly blanketed by a sheet of smoke so immense that it was plainly difficult to breathe...and the claustrophobia I felt when I first left hawaii mounted a resurgence.

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