Koby Abberton walked into Honolulu International Airport at 6.30am last Tuesday in handcuffs, flanked by a plain-clothed policeman and his attorney.
He was dressed in a red Analog flanno unbuttoned over a white prison-issue tee, Analog cargo shorts and well-worn, black Globe thongs. His entire luggage consisted of a yellow envelope, his passport and a three-page letter he'd written (entirely in capitals) to his girl in pencil. The cop took him all the way to the boarding gate to ensure he was really leaving.A week earlier, having just been released from his three-day stint for assaulting a police officer, he was kicking back after a surf at the Analog house with Nathan Fletcher when he got a call from an Immigration officer who wanted to pop over and get Koby to sign something. Sure, Kobes said. Next thing he knew, the house was crawling with federal agents, and he was cuffed and taken away for another week in the hole. While he was gone, the North Shore lit up with speculation about what had happened. Some said he'd missed parole, others said he'd been deported for overstaying his visa. Meanwhile, Kobes discovered how boring it was to share a cell with a psycho, and how fucked it was to go hungry for two days.
Love him or hate him, Kobes knows how to work a crowd. As he boarded flight JQ4 for Sydney, he got chatting with a Channel Nine exec and advised him the network should pitch for Entourage; some other dude with a rock-climbing business in LA gave him his card and told him to call. By the end of the flight he'd talked to half of the cabin, posed for photos and received silver-service treatment from the star-struck crew.
Stab's Sam McIntosh snaffled the seat next to Koby and found the kid had had a couple of epiphanies while starving and languishing behind bars: jail sucks, and he's never getting in another punch-up in his life. Don't believe us? Listen to the interview yourself.
Remember the camp ol days, when hand cuffs were the staple diet to Koby's flamboyant weekend away with the boys? Refresh your grey matter and see how things got a little pink before they got so damn blue.
Oh boy what a life this Koby Abberton kid leads. Here's peculiar interview that took place aboard Sydney's Centre point restaurant with Bruce Irons shortly after some nasty business about being charged as an accessory to murder. Story here...





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