Welp...my baby Jackie is coming to visit! Since my last entry (about forty years ago) I have moved to Wallingford, PA which is right outside of Philadelphia. Things have been extremely hard and I find it hard to keep going sometimes, but this Saturday will be a day that will make everything alright. I cannot wait to hold her...be able to look into her eyes and tell her that I love her...She's still everything to me and I have waited over three months to see her again. I love you Jackie...MWAH!

I have nothing to say...nothing to feel. The way this election is turning out is shocking. I thought people were smarter than this, but apparently I thought wrong. I can't blame anyone though. It's not their fault for being mislead and fed a bunch of horseshit from our "fearless leader." "Oh well"...right?? :x Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks I just want you to know, I can see through your masks You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy You play with my world, like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive A world war can be won, and you want me to believe But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain Like I see through the water that runs down my drain You that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled The fear to bring children, into this world For threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins How much do I know, to talk out of turn? You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never forgive what you do Let me ask you one question, is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? do you think that it could? Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll All the money you made will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon And I'll watch as you're lowered, into your deathbed And I'll stand on your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead.

Hello there. As you can see, this is my first entry. If you don't know, my username is Hawaiian. It is two words; hapa means half, and haole means white or mainlander. I am half Hawaiian and half Irish for those that care. Anyway, i'm sure i'll be writing more and more as I come out of the diary shell i've been living in.