I just checked in so quietly that nobody noticed.

Lines have been crossed and I've finally been banned from all social media. The jury is still out on whether PC constitutes social media. You'll know.

A story has emerged. The premise is deceptively simple: A thoroughly bipolar miscreant shares Hawaii-subsidized housing with a nest of drug dealers and works through Starbucks' Wi-Fi under an assumed identity as a technical editor for a shady Korean military contractor. Bipolar superpowers released by a psychotropic embargo enable our hero to narrowly escape simultaneous and traumatic audit by the IRS, the Social Security Administration and Korean military intelligence. Their household destabilized, the dealers factionalize and go to war, attracting the unwanted attention of Japanese organized crime and a local undercover psychological warfare unit of the IDF which requires a substantial and consistent supply of THC. Shameless insanity and international intrigue among the world on vacation. Waikiki Section 8. Look for it in the trash near you.