My Favorite Hawaiian Suck
I had by far the most encounters during my five year stay in Hawaii with a very special gentleman. He was a short, pudgy Japanese man with glasses and a squeaky little voice. No one else would have given him a second glance, even a pig like myself. But I knew his secret. The first time I ran across him I was in the parking lot rest room on the first floor. This was by far the most dangerous of the four rest rooms I knew of at Aloha Tower. The door was padlocked open til eight in the evening,...