Bruh

[EndtheMadnessNow]

When I lived in Hawaii I picked up the word "brah" and became part of my daily vocabulary. When I moved back to the mainland and made new friends they asked why do you always call me brah, dude. LOL! Over time I got several of them saying it and eventually it became normal in our little circle. Girlfriends & wives didn't care for it.

Over time it eventually faded out of my brah, bro, bruh, dude speak.

Brah is a shortened form of the Hawaiian pidgin language "braddah" which means brother, cousin or good male friend.

"Get off the internet and get a life brah."

I've always wanted to visit Hawaii. Not sure it's the same place as it used to be though. Not with all the tourism takeover.

Which reminds me of one of my favorite Hawaiin words. 

"Kook"

As in, "the locals will beat the **** out of any kook who drops in on their wave."

"Haole" is another good one. "One who doesn't belong."

Back in the 90s it was the wealthy Japs taking over the islands. Buying up real estate. I didn't care as owning a home was out of the question anyhow, plus my wife made BIG tips off the Japs. She raked in on average $1500 per week. Of course I did her taxes. She was a bartender at a few of the night clubs including a gay bar. I did NOT approve of that certain bar, but the money was too good. The Navy paid for our apartment, plus food & utility bills, medical of course. We charted private jets to the other islands, snorkeling, scuba diving, swam with dolphins, feasted on Hawaiian luau's and dined at fancy restaurants. Life was really damn good! Wish I had a time machine.

Oh yea, "Haole" - I was called that more times than I can count every time I went to the west side of Oahu. After awhile I blended in with them as I have dark hair and tan dark. My best friend was a tattoo'd Colombian who was even darker. Hangin out with him confused all the white tourists. LOL. For a short while we were both judges at the Waikiki bikini contest held every Sunday at a hotel beach bar. Wife did not know until she caught me one Sunday afternoon and that was the end of my free beer. Oh well.

Them were fun drunken times. Pass out on the beach and nobody would bother you nor steal your sandals. That was back in the 90s. No idea what that island is like nowadays.