I git up extra early this morning to go to Kailua. On my way down Date St. a click a distinct ‘crack’ and felt sharp pain on my right leg. I slowed, reached down and rubbed the area. It was wet. I brought my hand up expecting blood but even in the predawn dark I could tell it was the wrong color. Then I heard laughter and a car peeling out and it dawned on me…I’d been shot all right, but by a paintball gun. I couldn’t see the license plate so there wasn’t much I could do but press on. I had a great ride otherwise but I’m still a bit ticked off. Sigh.
You can make out the bruise on my leg. It looks like a ring. It still hurts a bit too: six hours later.
Aloha indeed!
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