our family friends in hawaii are great. always warm and welcoming and know the best spots to camp and eat spam with the locals. There son, Plez, who i have know since he was a baby, grew up somehow. When i was there 2 summers ago he was a full on 13 year old skateboarding teenager, with the kindest heart, and mellow softspoken style only attainable by being raised on the island. His manners are better than anyone i know today. When our family vacation was over he hugged us all and handed out these little mint tins that had our names on them. It was the sweetest gesture and pulled at my heartstrings. I wasnt even bothered that my name was missing its defining “h”. We dont say goodbye in hawaii, only see ya later. If my heart was a mint cady it would be stored in a rainbow tin just like this.
so dear tin, this is not goodbye, just a see ya later on the internet
