I felt as a child on my first visit to the local carnival.
I was attracted by all the people walking on the streets, the smell
of coconut oil, and the many bodies lying on the beach. Everyone seemed
so relaxed, confident and happy. It seemed to me a positive departure
from what I had experienced in my little life to that point.
the early 70s when I ran away from home I hung out at a nightclub called
Red Noodle in Waikiki. I knew my parents would never look for me there.