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April 16th, 2008 — Friends, Photoshop Jams
Honolulu, April 6, 2008. With my father on his induction night into the Punahou Athletic Hall of Fame. I’ve got a lot more photos from that night I need to prep and post, so hang in there. Work to do.
Love you, Pop. A blast realized. Memories for life. Pride beyond the stars. 2100, 2150…
April 16th, 2008 — Word Jams
Almost Perfect
by Jace D. Albao (b. 1969)
He had the perfect health. Strength, vitality, the verve of youth.
He had the perfect friends. Supporters, comrades. People he trusted, people who trusted him.
He had the perfect family. Deeply rooted in a rich history of unconditional love, understanding, and acceptance.
He had the perfect companion. A better half, a mad lover, an intellectual soul mate.
He had the perfect skills. A natural talent, an unmatched mastery of his craft, a gift.
He had the perfect gig. An outlet for his expertise, a fulfillment of his art, a surface for his star to shine upon.
He had the perfect reputation. Respect and recognition, a comfortable celebrity, an enviable fame.
He had the perfect security. The safety of wealth, a financial independence, a springboard for freedom.
He had the perfect future. Wide open, promising, an agenda booked solid with happiness.
He had a freak accident.
He had a funeral.
April 16th, 2008 — Flashbacks, Friends
1974. Mom and Jed, Auntie Joni and me, my second cousin Gui and his mom Susan. OH MY GOD I TOTALLY REMEMBER THOSE GOLD METAL MUGS AND THAT CEILING LAMP AND THOSE CHAIRS AND THE PARQUET FLOOR AND THE PICTURE OF THOSE TWO MUSHROOMS.
