Getting Situated
Diego had always envisioned the Hawaiian Islands as something different then what he'd just seen. He'd been expecting a massive greeting from scantily clad Hawaiian women, but instead he was greeted by some old bag man. Obviously his expectations had not been met, but this could be attributed to the fact he'd been sent to one of the more obscure Islands in the region, Molokai. This was necessary as Diego was well aware his enemies had friends everywhere, and choosing the most remote place to live was the wisest idea. After an hour of arguing with some of the airport's employees about missing luggage, Diego headed on out to catch a cab. He'd informed them that if his bags were not found, they would face dire consequences.
What luggage he had managed to retrieve was carefully placed into the old Taxi Cab's trunk. Comfortable summer attire would consist of khaki shorts, a light blue button up shirt[ left unbuttoned, of course ], and sandals on his feet. " Ole', mijo .. Take me to the Aloha Rose. " Always eager to flash his wealth, Diego would reach into his pockets and procure a fat wad of cash. A few bills tucked into the cab drivers shirt pocket, and Diego would grin. " Make it quick, okay? I want to hit the beach today, and maybe a little rumba .. haha! " Though the cab driver probably had no idea what 'rumba' was, Diego would tip him off by engaging in a little mock salsa dancing right outside the vehicle. Stepping into the cab, he'd pass the time by writing in a newly acquired pocket book.
September 7
For the sake of keeping tabs on the bullshit that has been going on in my life recently, I have decided to keep an account of everything in here. I'm in Hawaii, or Molokai. Some little piece of shit Island that probably isn't even worth bein' on a fuckin' map. My papa has persuaded me to take this little trip since the trouble I endured in Bogota. Those Mendoza cock suckers thought they could off me as soon as I got home, but I proved to be more resilient than the assholes they sent to do the job. So here I am, hiding from the Mendoza pigs in some Island shithole. Ah, but I'm not the type of man to complain for too long. I'll make this stay worthwhile, and relax. I'm supposed to be staying in some little motel around here. Papa has suggested I settle down for a while and stray from making any ... 'business' deals while I'm here. Of course, I can't do that. Just the other day I got in contact with an old friend who lives on one of the other Islands. He and I will probably be meeting and discussing things in the coming week. For now, I should get used to the locals and keep my eyes open for any opportunities on this hunk of land.
Stashing the pocketbook away, Diego would get a peek at the Aloha Rose as it came into view. " Amigo, park right there. Don't make me carry my shit too far, you know? " Patting the cab driver on his shoulder, he'd exit the vehicle and fetch his bags. It was time to get situated.
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