In 1964, Sonny Ray’s mom found a pair of panties on the floor of the backseat of his dad’s 1960 chevy impala. The next thing he knew, him, his mom, and two brothers and his baby sister were getting off a plane in Kona, on the big island of Hawai’i. Sonny Ray recalled the wind being warm and light, as they sat in the back of their uncle Hugh’s pickup. It was a long lazy ride to Parker Ranch, as they traveled upland to Waimea town.
The distinctive pace of Hawai’i was felt immediately upon his arrival. For Sonny Ray, this was the best day of his life. It was a day like no other as far as he was concerned. Before moving into the ranch house next door, Sonny Ray and Whisper slept in the room of his grandparents house, the same room where their mother had been born. So because his dad couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, that’s how it came to be; that little Sonny Ray was introduced to his aboriginal homeland
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