Summary: Second in a series of sound gatherings from Hawaii, where our little Hobo is encamped for the winter employed as Wave Hunter. He is slowly opening up and discovering once again that people are actually not that scary and are kind of interesting to talk to. There are lots of Roosters crowing in the backgrounds because of the hurricane that hit Kauai in the 1992, which released all the chickens to the wild, never to be domesticated again. There's whispers of the Hobo Church rising soon, wherein all you cleverly seduced listeners will sell everything you own, fly to the island and take up surfing and music making under the guidance of the Surfmonk. Liquid refreshments will be offered to those who don't catch the prescribed number of daily waves, or create one song a day. Heh. Heh.
