The Prince of Dubai

So a few months back, I started getting these really weird phone calls from the Miami FBI. At first this guy told me he needed to meet with me to discuss the fact that my name was a list of people who may potentially have their identity stolen. Strange, huh? I told him I lived in NYC and there was no way I could meet with him.

He called me again a few weeks later to let me know he would be in NY and he wanted to meet with me then at the Federal Building. I told my Dad (prior lawyer and judge) who said the whole thing sounded very suspicious. He told me to tell this guy to meet me at my office, bring his badge, and tell me what the whole thing was really about. So I did. And he asked me if I knew certain people, whom I do.

I am flying courtesy of the FBI to Miami tomorrow to testify on a case I know nothing about. I am scared shitless, especially if I say something wrong and the Haitian mafia comes after me. I am about to call witness protection, seriously. I'll write more tomorrow.