Leaving Punahou in the 1970s

I felt my own small identity slipping away back then…

I am not certain why people were trying to kill me other than the identity theft. Yet the theft my have saved my life also.

And this is what I want people to remember… I have a small life of my own, very small. I am not living large at all. Likely someone much bigger is doing much better! Picking on me isn’t going to help you get money these days, been like that for decades. People have been shot at and arrested, put in prison for decades messing with me too much.