This goes out to the idiot who races up and down South Kamehameha Avenue on their screaming motorbike (at least, I hope it’s a bike) during the midnight hours, while the rest of us are trying to sleep. I have stood on my front porch, hoping to see you go buy so I could give you the two-fingered sign of the devil. So far, no luck. But if you don’t stop soon, I’ll put a Gypsy curse on you: May you blow your head gasket, while your mother, incapable of deafness, looks on.
Illustration: Ron Pitts