9 Chapter 9

“Here’s your pilot now, gentlemen, as you can see…blah, blah, blah…and in our culture here…blah and blah…I’m sure Keoni will show you everything you want to see.”

Again, I thought, not all, but most.

M added, “Be sure the fat man gets the best seat.”

Well, that’s not exactly what he said, but I’d make sure the fat man got the seat where the rest of us could balance his weight out so we wouldn’t crash the copter, okay?

As I left, I heard asshole, I mean, M, call after us, “No, no, no tip is necessary. That’s all taken care of.”

I gave him an idea of what my middle finger thought (since it was dark out) and said fuck youin several different foreign languages, after which I thought I heard a chuckle. Shit.