One young woman, Shelly, and her boyfriend rented my condo located next to my condo in the Ilikai Hotel Annex.  They would come over and party.  One weekend she went water skiing with her boyfriend.  He drove the boat recklessly and flipped her causing a neck injury.  They staged a fake car accident in the Ilikai parking lot to pay for her medical bills. 

Over the following week police and insurance investigators came knocking at my door doing background doing checks.

One of my Tokyo friends arrived for a two week stay.  Within a week after background checks Hawaiian undercover cops came knocking at my door.  The cops help a gun on me while they hogtied my girlfriend and  abused, molested, and raped her.  She took the next plane back to Japan. 

She told my Tokyo friends her experience.  None of my Tokyo friends came to visit after that incident.  I was left alone on an island with years of college ahead.  Shelly won her fake accident lawsuit and bought herself a motorcycle.

Kaua'i Moksha George (Waimea Canyon) brought Shelly to me requesting I hookup with her.  I said no with no explanation provided.  He shook his head in wonderment.  He had good intentions, passing the facts to Shelly resulting from her fake accident scam served no purpose.

Inadvertently without malice Shelly had destroyed my friendship links Inadvertently without malice existentialists, polamory communities, and Caucasian students flooding Hawaii destroyed the possibility of establishing new university friends.  My family requested that I marry caucasian after my two brothers married Asian.  There were no caucasian women at the UofH to hook up with.

With my planes I reached out throughout the Hawaiian islands.  I was treated as a tourist in their world.  Had I known the consequences of Shelly's actions I would have paid all her medical bills and bought her the motorcycle of her choice.

When I arrived at the university to start studies I went to the fraternities and sororities I had visited two years earlier.  They were shutdown, the parties were over.  The Board of Directors had done a thorough job purging Caucasians.

Inadvertently I spent valuable resources flying six Japan Airlines Beechcraft trainer planes out of Japan to arrive at a dead end.  Our catch  phrase at Sophia University was "let's take a trip".  In the backwoods of Japan we quickly learned each other.

As a university student, Oahu city women showed disinterest, I was a student, not material for their safe harbor marriage.  They left six planes and $6 million on the table without their knowledge, my cards held close.  In dinner-dance persona I learned to say no and walk away from scams.

Lorie, lived on a sailboat in the Honolulu Ala Wai yacht harbor.  Lorie had left Topanga Canyon California communal life. 

The great white caucasian university purge, the demise of the UofH caucasian fraternities and sororities, Hawaiian cops raping my friend, and polamory life in the outer islands was not the University of Hawaii experiences intended.