Hey Karma, thanks for saving me the trouble...

I’m checking my mail day before yesterday and find a business card stuck on my mailbox. A Social/Child Services business card. I called the number, left a message telling them I found the card and was inquiring as to why it was on my mailbox (as I have no children of my own to beat and the neighbor's children A/ run too goddamned fast and B/ their parents need the beating, not them). I didn’t get a call back. So, I called them today.

Remember the evil fucker that tried to kill Kaz? Yeah, well apparently he and his clan of shit are being investigated.

Here’s the Karma part- divinity as my witness, I did not call social services on them. Anyone who knows me knows I allow a little time to pass while plotting. Weeks, sometimes months will pass before the wrath of Aza befalls wicked scum shits like him (unless the problem warrants immediate action). My motto in situations like Kaz is “Fucker, you won’t see me coming, but you’ll remember the outcome for the rest of your life.”

So anyway, thank you Karma! You’ve just enabled me to mark one thing off of my “How I’m going to ruin the neighbor’s lives” check list.