Molokai

Life on Molokai is slower than anywhere I have ever been. With the continuous bombardment of pacific waves always within ear shot, there is a rhythm to the days and nights. If humidity so strong it literally sticks to your skin, and bugs like roaches, spiders, and centipedes aren't your fancy than don't bored the single engine plane with the three other passengers. A simple slide of the top layer of richly colored overgrowth will expose a floor of endless entertainment as creatures, only God could find beautiful, flee in every direction in hopes they won't run across one of the many geckos perched behind a lave rock or old rotting papaya. Every step I watch with intimate attention. Kittens, a duck, and frogs lay in the same lifeless motion as they try to beat the heat. What a heaven it is to be surrounded by my favorite comfort food, bananas. Its like a childhood dream interrupted by Freddy Cougar when I found out that after an entire day of eating them IM STARVING!!! 10 bananas, a papaya, and a coconut don't go nearly as far as that damned Skipper and Gilligan make them out to go. I am stuck in another perpetual hell because the one thing I crave is salt. The ocean gives you that needed taste in times like these, but when natural springs polish the water into a murky brown like that of an endless ocean of non-carbonated Root Beer, discovery channels shark week springs into my minds eye. The narrator speaks calmly about how sharks are coward of hunters, they love to swim back and forth on shallow, barely visible, reefs. This did not inhibit me from diving in after 4 hours of playing dodge the extremely painful, 5 inch, centipedes as I raked yard and beach alike.
...minutes and a brisk walk later...
It's amazing what hunger will do to the psyche and emotional attitude of a person. Banana number 11 and some coconut water don't make a splash in my endless stomach but they do send a ray of much needed hope to my spirit. I am lucky, no no, I am blessed, beyond any understanding of my own, to be where I am. I'm living every 10 year old boys dream. I just picked a coconut off the ground and whacked it open with a machete and drank the naturally purified water from its sliced cranium. I am looking out of my tree house window at Maui and Lana'i. Kahoolawe is set off in between as if a Hawaiian star reader put it there on purpose. I eat, work, and live off the land. I have a plethora of books ranging from Digital SLR Cameras for Dummies to Tolstoys War and Peace. As I'm writing a gecko chirped harmoniously at the naked sound of freedom. I'm on an island in the pacific, surrounded bu complete strangers with only the shirt on my back(well at least for now, my luggage was lost by Mokulel Airlines). Just to add that little extra helping of awesome, behind me sits and old acoustic Gibson. It use to belong to Eddy Vegger, the lead guitarist of Pearl Jam. I guess hes my neighbor!!!
I've set off to find myself through all of this. To the best of my knowledge, im still lost.
Until my next voyage into town...
T.J. Brown