I could call this post Karma is a Bitch, or What Goes Around Comes Around, or simply HAHAHAHAHA.

I don't know where to start. But it is just too funny. So I'll start at the begining. I can't tell you how big my smile is right now.

Last night partner calls late. He wants to come up. Late, but ok I can always burn one more. The second I say sure, he is in my driveway. Wow. That was fast.

He comes in with middle daughter. He has a big smile on and tells daughter to tell me what she saw.

She was waiting to get in to our only upcountry bar with live music. Fat Fredie and Stevie were selling their wares across the street. A blue car hops the curb and hits Fat Fredy. Three animals get out and pound Stevie. Take his backpack and hop back into the car.

This is the part where they should bail, but there tough, so they get out and start calling out the people waiting to get in, to fight.

Then the cops show up. Sucks to be the goons. Stevie and Fat Fredy are hospital bound. The animals are going to the zoo where they belong.

Let me cut here.

There are three cops covering the entire upcountry area. About 150 sq miles. I have waited hours for them to show up.

The cop shop is 4 blocks from the bar. They are NEVER there. Until yesterday. When all three were there. Aloha boys. Took them two minutes to get on scene. Thank you Jesus. And (I never thought I'd say this ) thank you MPD.

And once again it just gets better.

Partner takes off. I can't sleep. Hell, I can't stop laughing. What morons. They build them big but not very smart.

My landline rings. Huh? Nobody has that number. Pick it up and it is a voice from the past. I'll call him Jeff. He was my room mate when I lived on Oahu, I did his father a couple of favors almost 30 years ago. Basicly it was my job to find Jeff after he passed out and get him safely home. His father wants to talk to me.

OK, If you look up weight in the dictionary this mans picture will be there. He is old school. Very old school. And he ain't happy. Do I know anything about blank?

Oh Baby! Fuck yes. I tell all. Hotel, sale, Rip offs , cops, EVERYTHING. He now has some serious fence mending to do. They used his name and he is not happy. When I tell him about the bust that cheers him up. A little.

Them he asks if I'm back in bussiness. You do not lie to this guy, because he knows the answer before he asks the question. I say "yes", he says "I'd like to take a look at it".

"Are you CRAZY? I just dealt with the goons. Fuck That Noise". He lets me vent for a minute, and says "I'll send Jeff. Alone, No Goons, And you can bring your muscle".

Then it hits me. The only time I have ever used "muscle" was at the hotel a few days ago. He knows what happened. Everything. I'm sure of it.

I tell him don't need muscle, but the deal happens on the spot of my choosing. He says fine. Be in at 9 AM. Today.

I have no idea how this will workout.

It may just be a real good day. Hell its already a good day, maybe it will be a great day.