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So the day before the main event we chilled, laughed and ate (alot). Here’s our journey to Hawaii for our 2nd annual Hellaflush Event. Can’t wait til next year.

Took Hawaiian Air real early..

Everyone crashed out.

Someone told Max not to close his blinds.

Ohhh.. Aloooooha.

Guess who we saw at the airport? That’s Al and Barry who somehow planned their trip to come to our event but didnt make it. Barry did but Al was hungover on the beach. Yeah, we wont forget.

After picking up our SUVs, we head to a familiar place. ZIPPY’s.

Andy was facebooking about Zippy’s a week before we landed. Zippy’s really needs to find it in their heart to open up at least one chain in SF or LA. You know the lines are going to be longer than In-N-Out.

I went for the Loco-Moco while the rest of the crew got the Zip Pack.

RAIN was in the forecast and we just found out another earthquake hit on a nearby island. Could this be Tsunami part 2! Here’s a bridge over at Aloha Stadium where we had the event. Looked a bit wild.

Leonards Malasada’s. Can’t go to Hawaii without going here. It’s good and bad at the same time.

Checked into the hotel right before the sunset.

After checking in we cruised by In4mation to say whatup to the fella’s.

Cruised the strip and saw some break dancers. These same guys would show up at the event and battled at our last minute 1on1 break battle.

Then the rest of the crew decided to get a late night snack.

The day of the event.

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Mark Arcenal

The author Mark Arcenal

Founded Fatlace in 1999. Lived the Agency life for over a decade and then moved to client side and helped in launching the biggest brand Nike has to date, Nike Sportswear as the Global Digital Lead. Today, he's the Creative Director for Fatlace and clothing line, ILLEST.

12 Comments

  1. HAWAII is OVERRATED and PLAIN LAME! WHACK FOOD, FAT UGLY GIRLS, AND A BUNCH OF WANNABE CAR ENTHUSIASTS. STOP COPYING US AND STICK TO SURFING KIDS!

    1. say it to our face and get rocked big time

      you just mad cause you cant experience it for yourself. mommy and daddy wont pay your expenses to come here. you’re stuck behind a computer in the freezing cold somewhere in the middle of idaho, with no one in sight for miles, and the only poon you get is from your cousin beatrice, who also happens to be your aunt. your uncle horrace touched your bunghole when you were younger and you havent told anyone because your older brother, daddy, and grandfather all touched your little dirty sphincter too. you drive a 1965 john deere tractor around your wheat field collecting grains to sell to your neighbors which is your only way of making a living. talk shit get hit. i apologize if the truth made you all butthurt. no pun intended.

      Aloha from the 808 State \m/^__^\m/

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