Yes, Hawai’i. With an apostrophe. Pronounced Ha-wa-yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. About one month ago we planned this much needed R & R trip for some of the Five Four posse + friends. After being in Vegas for 6 days with a fever for about 5 of the 6 days I was real excited to go to Hawaii. The z-pack I started taking in Vegas was winding down and cured my fever just in time. I highly recommend this cure, its super strong but it does the trick if you have a fever. Anyways, we had a 9am flight out of LAX. Another damn flight, with long lines! Of course, in typical fashion, we miss this flight because we couldn’t check in our bags 45 minutes before our flight. How stupid is that? So we hopped on the flight that was leaving at noon, no biggie. We perused the airport trying to kill time. Reading books isn’t real big these days, but I guess on vacations it’s a big thing. There were 2 crews going to Hawaii, one was the Monarchy Clothing crew and the Five Four crew + friends. The Five Four crew consisted of myself, Dee, Christine and J Dubb. Our friends that accompanied were Mikey (international playboy from the Europe trip) and Hollywood club promoter Nick Montealegre.
Here are Mikey and Nick trying to look for a book to read. Mikey ended up getting this book entitled Killing Pablo, a book recapping the search and downfall of famed Columbian drug lord Pablo Escobar. Nick got a book entitled Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, a book on pop culture.
Of course, these 2 bozos read about 6 pages total combined of their books on the vacation.
Finally it was time to board our flight. Poor Nick got the worst seat in the plane, literally in the last row in the middle seat.
We arrived in Hawaii in the afternoon and went straight to the hotel.
Went in the ocean for an hour or 2 and headed to the room as it became night. Day 2 was when the excitement started. A crew of us went to go rent scooters and drove around the island. It was a really dope experience. I had never ridden a scooter up to this moment.
Our first stop was a famed bakery called Leonard’s. They serve these donut looking pastries called malasadas, they were damn good.
We proceeded to go snorkeling after this. This was the spot, we saw so many kinds of fish, turtles, etc.
After the snorkeling, we cruised for a bit and rode by the ocean. Listening to my iPod playing Jay-Z, The Killers, A.F.I and Talib Kweli was a real soothing experience. Here’s Nick and J Dubb overlooking the ocean…
At night, we went to go have dinner at Ruth Chris with the Monarchy crew. All of us pounded down are big meat plates, poor Dee the vegetarian got stuck eating mash potatoes and garlic potatoes. He ended looking like Mr. Potato Head afterwards (sonnnnnyyyyyy urbannnnnn).
Next morning J Dubb and I went running on the beach. Don’t ever run in Waikiki, there are so many damn tourists on the beach even at 9am. We spent more time dodging tourists taking pictures. After our dodging experience, we met up with the group for some breakfast. Here is the bachelor table getting some nourishment for a long day of recruiting on the beach.
It also happened to be Dee’s birthday, the big 26. Happy Birthday Kumar! No labels!
Eric (Monarchy CEO) and his wife Vivian enjoy the buffet. Eric so happens to also be my mentor and is like an older brother to me. He’s the guy that schooled me to the game.
Nick and J Dubb proceeded to go surfing after breakfast. The rest of us went to go lay out on the beach. On the walk there, we noticed some street hustler lady that was claiming she was related to Jesus or something of that nature. Then I saw a line of idiots there waiting for her to bless them as she collected a donation, of course. I had to get a picture of this, these things crack me up. I’m a big believer in faith and have a lot of respect for whatever your religion is, but sometimes things are worth making fun of especially when they try to turn religion into an obvious hustle.
Brady (Monarchy Sales Manager) and his wife along with Dee waiting for valet outside the hotel…
We had to go return the scooters after the surfing, before that though, Eric had to pick his nose, it looks like he got DEEP up in there…
After this we headed off to the North Shore in Oahu. The drive up there was filled with Nick freestyling, shit talking by all and a lot of laughs.
There’s this rock where people go and jump off of it into the water. Most of the group jumped off the rock…
On a funny side note, we were playing football in the water and J Dubb thought he was Michael Vick. He threw a rocket pass to me and it skipped the water and started to head out into the ocean. Since I was closest to the ball and I missed the rocket pass, all of the crew throwing the ball said, “go get the ball chedda!” Chedda is this nickname that J Dubb put on me, kinda young. To everyone’s surprise, I actually was on the swim team in high school. I wasn’t the best swimmer, but I was a good swimmer. That was 10 years ago though. In my mind, I said “f**k it, I’m going to show these punks I can swim farther than any of them can and rub in their face”. Okay, bad idea. I probably swam the equivalent of 2 football fields into the ocean as this ball kept riding the wave back into the Pacific. Dude, life sucked at the moment. I was swimming out for a good 20 minutes chasing this ball. Finally, I grabbed the ball. Everyone thought I was going to die and get eaten up or go into the sea. Dude, shit was nuts. Like, real nuts. After getting back to shore 30-35 minutes later, they gave me the heroes welcome. Just thought I’d throw this in.
After the North Shore, big rock and swim-a-thon experience, we cruised in the car to go look for some fresh fruit. We found this spot selling pineapples, coconuts and other good stuff.
It was getting late and we needed to head back to Waikiki to celebrate Dee’s birthday. The drive back was very relaxing.
We ate at some Italian spot overlooking Waikiki, it was a great time had by all.
Nick, being the gentleman that he is, lit up a cigarette for Christine in style.
On Monday, Labor Day, we headed off to some place. I forget what it’s called, all these damn towns in Hawaii sound the same ending in “i’i”. The view was amazing.
Christine, Miss Independent, was the official towel carrier for the crew.
Dee and J Dubb rented a kayak. This was hilarious. They took it out into the ocean.
Attempted to get on it.
Wait, that’s attempt #1. Man overboard.
Attempt #2, not so much better.
Attempt #3, shit, still no juice.
They finally got on it on the 4th attempt. Who cares about seeing those pictures, they aren’t funny at all.
As we winded down the day, we took a group shot.
J Dubb, myself, Dee, Mikey, Nick
Now standing.
J Dubb, myself, Mikey, Dee, Nick
We ended the night off with a meal at Benihana.
The next morning on Tuesday, everyone was headed back to L.A. in the early afternoon except for myself. Next stop, Shanghai, straight from Honolulu. Unfortunately, I have to go to Taipei-Hong Kong-Shanghai to get there since there aren’t any direct flights. My flight wasn’t leaving until midnight, so I got to kick it solo on the beach all day Tuesday. Everyone was back to work, so I was fielding calls from below, check out my office space below on Tuesday.
So the day ended, and it was time to go to the airport. To my luck, there was an accident on the highway. The geniuses in the transportation system in Honolulu only built one major highway from Waikiki, thus there's only one way to get to the airport. The taxi driver estimated between a 2-3 hour ride from where we were, where it would normally take about 20 minutes. I told dude he better take some side roads or else I wouldn't pay him if I was late to the flight. The guy hit the gas and drove down every side street through Waikik and Honolulu, getting me to the airport in 1 hour.
To my great surprise, I had another "male assist" calling due to my snaps on my shorts. I wore them again, forgetting about the detector.

Finally I got on my flight. I slept for most of it, watch MI3 and ate some bad food. Finally, I made it to Shanghai via Taipei and Hong Kong.