Walking hither (towards the library) from the Iwilei this afternoon, I saw a man in his early thirties or late twenties, slender, dark complected, dressed in black with black shoes, standing beside the sidewalk, seeming to be marching in place though he wasn't lifting his feet so much as just going up and down in his shoes; and as I passed him, and looked down at the growing puddle around his feet, I realized that he was pissing himself. He looked me straight in the eye, then shuffled off in the direction I had come from, leaving wet footprints. The things you see on the streets of Honolulu.