The waitress' last stand. (Subject to incredible boredom punctured by baroque social intrigue.)
They are running single frames on R.A.M. recruiting people to be in the CIA.
Speak “freely” to “exceptional people”
Schlei signed the loyalty oath.
“He slipped through our fingers.” Meh.
You'll die before understanding the real truth about the word: limitless.
She started taking pictures of Illinois license plates. She took thousands of pictures. It became a full time obsession.
("Should we be separated look for her at: the Bowery Hotel, the Beatrice Inn, or Bungalow 8." )
I think it was almost 4 pm, they told me a young man who refused to be identified had watched a woman fitting her description dive naked into the lake. She did not resurface.
That was the morning the waitress acted so strangely. Displaying these herky-jerky body movements; chin and legs twitching. She accused me of being a Scientologist and part of a Scientology conspiracy to defame her. At times I would hear her cackling and hooting from the alley behind 3714 N. Southport. I will continue to look for her. My fear drives me to hug the shore.