A crime took place on Monday night around 10pm. A driver, in an attempt to parallel park between two cars, rear ended one of them; I witnessed the whole thing unfold while walking home from work. Hit and runs can happen to anyone. It could have been my car. It could have been yours.
As the driver fled the scene I was able to grab the license plate, car make, and a quick photo from my Blackberry. I decided to call the Honolulu Police Department to report the incident figuring that if it were my car I’d hope someone would do the same for me.
The police operator said someone would be there in 10 minutes; I waited a half an hour, saw three cop cars in the area and tried to wave down two. I called the operator to see what the hell was going on and she said they couldn’t find me. I already told them where I was…don’t we even pay a 911 fee on cellphones to triangulate your location?
They told me it would be another 15 minutes, I told them I’ll wait for five. Five minutes came and went so I walked home. I finally got home around 11pm when my phone rings. It’s the police operator again asking if I still wanted to wait and fill out a police report.
I’ve realized that the Honolulu Police Department really doesn’t give a shit about the people who live here. To them we are just money trees they harvest whenever quota, economic hardship, or plain boredom sets in. Since when did it become the norm to not care? If it were a cop’s car that got hit, they would most likely use every investigational tool at their disposal, regardless of the financial burden it would put on the City & County of Honolulu.
My point is this: look out for each other Hawaii, accept responsibility for your mistakes, and even if HPD doesn’t care about you and yours, always remember that Hawaii Porn Blog has got your back. 
NOTE: I went back today and left a note on the victim’s car letting him know what I saw and my contact info because I know that every one of you would do the same for me.
