I'm just getting ready to go out, I'm meeting Johnny Rotten & the gang up at Calico Jack's. There's a band playing tonight, I'm not sure which one, I think it might be the "new" one, Smooth Bill Annie. They're pretty good, so it should be a good night.

My Packet8 phone rang just as I was getting dressed. I checked the caller-ID first, because usually when people call that number, it's a long phone call. The Caller ID says PCS Phone FL and was a 727 number, which is St Petersburg. Who the hell could that be? It might be someone that I used to work with, when we had a reservations office in St Pete, so I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Junebug?" (thick Latino accent)

"Who? (snicker) I think you have the wrong number."

"Junebug's not there?"

(Trying not to laugh) "No, there's no Junebug here. Maybe in the summer. I'm pretty sure you have the wrong number."

"Oh, hokay, mang. bye."

SO, I guess somewhere in Tampa (my Packet8 phone number is a Tampa 813 area code) there's a drug dealer named Junebug who's phone number is probably one-off from mine.