Nothing like the Kona coffee I had in Hawaii. There's something else I miss about that place. One thing this city has that the island didn't? June. Eddie exclaims, “Topless man! They let you sculpt them topless in the town square!” “That's great, Eddie,” I interrupt the beginning of an excitement filled tangent. “But you know that's not what I'm looking for.” “But...” The defeated tone causes me to chuckle. “Tits....man....” I roll my eyes. Eddie is my equivalent to a drug dealer. He feeds the addiction. We met freshman year through....an old girlfriend and basically became best friends. Someway, somehow, he always knows what’s happening in the art world, underground and on the surface. Everything from events, to festivals, to back room shit you'd never hear of without him. He supplies me with various choices and Fate nudges me the way I should go.
