On our way to the Ruthless Revival roller derby match, we found ourselves down a wrong turn in the back end of Kaneohe MCAB. We were like tourists ensnared in the deepest, cuttiest part of Kalihi looking for Waikiki, that is, until we stumbled upon this celestial beacon that guided us out of darkness and into the light. Thank you, O Gods of Typography.
Monday, November 30, 2009
No. 35. Hangar 2 at Kaneohe MCAB is large,
but its sign larger than life itself
On our way to the Ruthless Revival roller derby match, we found ourselves down a wrong turn in the back end of Kaneohe MCAB. We were like tourists ensnared in the deepest, cuttiest part of Kalihi looking for Waikiki, that is, until we stumbled upon this celestial beacon that guided us out of darkness and into the light. Thank you, O Gods of Typography.
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