The Past

Usually when people from the past reappear in my life these days I automatically figure that they are working as an informant for some law enforcement agency, either state or federal, but today the voice from the past was one of a true friend, a long lost friend from the past. I wrote of my relationship with the classy lady from Trinidad, Natasha, in Part One of the book. She was not mentioned thereafter as she disappeared and I never saw her again after 1996. I couldn't recall Natasha's last name, making any type of search impossible.

Natasha just happened to do a Google search for my name last night, as she wondered what ever happened to me, and to her surprise, found my Google profile. She never knew of my arrest and subsequent trial, but did indeed have her own experience with the Metropolitan Bureau of Investigation (MBI). The agency threatened her with racketeering charges during "the Amnesty Program" back in early 1996. She took their advice, turned off the telephone lines, and got the hell out of Orlando.

We spoke for two hours – there was so much to reminisce about – from some famous clients of past to recounting our lives from 1996 forward. Natasha went through a hell worse than my own when she relocated to South Florida, but today she has a beautiful family and a wonderful new life and has left Florida far behind. Oddly enough, the conversation actually made me appreciate the MBI for what they do, when they're not doing it to me, here in Central Florida. I must imagine that if not for the existence of Orlando's morality police this area would be much like South Florida. Oh wait - I love South Florida!