Big, PM or E mail me. I can fix that problem for you. Weez... Thank for the offer. I was thinking about it. Yesterday it sounded real good. Get in touch. Flights leave daily.

Yesterday I hit the wall. Just said fuck it all. No trimmers, no patients, a pissed off wife, and a house filled to the rafters. It looked hopeless.

Yesterday My wife and my partner were talking behind my back. I knew something was up. Didn't know what, but they were up to something. Partner pops up today. Let's go fishing. Sure why not? Get out of the house, works for me.

So we are gathering up all the stuff, he tells me to wear my most garish Aloha Shirt, roll 6 joints, and bring a pound. What? He tells me to shut up and do it.....OK. I can do that. An lb of #16 comming up.

Head down the hill, park, walk to the beach and we just walk and whip. Every point we come to I sit, and sure enough, the boyz are all over me to buy weed. Sure, I'll take a look at it, Smoke? sure. They think I'm a tourist! All of them were selling California shit for 125 a qt. WTF. Looks good, tastes good ...no high. Rubbish. Then I flip into local mode; What Brah? This stay shetty weed. Here, bra, smoke one real joint. Two hits and Later.

Bu noon we are in front of one of the posher hotels in Kihei. Left turn and walk right in. Elevator to the top, walk up to the door , knock, Partner says "I'm your muscle, you talk." An animal answers and lets us in.

The man is sitting at the table. Two gorillas in tow...The man knows me by name. Back in business huh? I recognize this guy. Twenty years ago he was the gorilla, now he's the big shot. Twenty years ago this group would buy my whole harvest one time. No bullshit. just cash. WOW!

The door knocks. Huh? In walks, Lets call him Steve. Put bluntly I do not like this guy. I would not piss on him if he was on fire. Following Steve is his muscle Fat Freddy. Went to school with both of them. Both morons. Steve's MO is he buys from the mainland and ships it in and sells it as Maui Grown weed.

Now I don't care how he works his trip. What I do care about is every time he sells his garbage, the Maui name is trashed. I want to do something with that brand one day. And he wrecks it daily.

Man says let's talk, I say Steve the floor is yours. Steve goes into his hard sell. "Brah, Dis is Grape Ape grown Lahina side." Let's taste it. The same stuff from the beach walk! I listen to three minutes of his bullshit and drop my lb on the table. "Here is the real weed. That is California trash. Won't even get you high."

Steve counters by dropping the price, The man looks at me. "I'm not dropping my price. you want garbage, buy his." I say. Steve is asked to leave. Deal is done. We sit down and BS for a while. Man asks how much I grew this year. He wants it all. Fuck. We are talking 6 figures here. I say I will think about it.

Head back to the beach. Partner warns me Steve wants to kill me. Yes I kinda figgured that out. Thats why we are walking down the beach. There waiting for us up in the parking lot.

Too Bad So sad. Dodge a bullet.

It gets better.

I get home, unknown cars in my driveway...uh oh. Go inside and find four trimmers working. One is my wife, Another is one of my patients, and both of my trimmers are back too.

Patient has read this log and showed it to wifey. Just landed and came straight to the house. Also read wifey the riot act. Wifey dropped grudge and got on the program. Wifey called trimmers. Still pissed at patient. but she talked some sense into wifey. So I am not too pissed.

Ask very sarcasticly how her trip was. She smiles and drops a bag of cash on the table. "I need 4 more lbs. Going back in a week." No problem, but you can get it from the garage and trim it by yourself. OK? done deal.

Today I made almost 15 large. I also know, for at least a short time, I have some of the best on the island. And that means more than the money. From shit to roses. Ain't life funny??

Will I take the deal...No. I never did before. Those boys play in a different league than me. And if I was to dump it all I would leave a lot of people that depend on me up shit creek.

Now let me cover my ass.

The above story is fiction and any resemblance to any party is strictly coincedence.