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a novel

Scott Alexander Gabriel Reiss

October 1998

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

From: SAGReiss
Date: 31 October 1998
Subject: BYOB

The strong emotions alla marinara are simmering. The flat is almost empty. Matilda is still here, sitting on Bucephalus. I've got a fifth of Ricard to keep me company. I miss Nichelle, miss her badly. She is, I'm not sure where. I've got forwarding labels with her address on them. Murder knows where she is, probably laurent, possibly negatron. I'm s'posed to go there sometime for supper. I'm not sure if I will. I've got food here. Last night we worked the "bring your own bottle" dinner. The evil fascist who runs the Rainier Club got under my skin. "Is that your wine key?" "Yes." "Give it to me." I gave it to him. "If I don't return it, I'll give you two." "Sure, you Nazi faggot. Would you like my bow tie and cummerbund too?" It's going to be a long winter. Election years have not been kind to me. If I can keep my job and my wits, it will be a miracle. If I can not get fired and not go crazy, I'll be fine. In fact, I'll probably meet a waitress and we'll open a restaurant. I hope so. I have no other future. There is nothing else for me, except $25.10 bottles of Ricard which I can ill afford at the moment.

RECTVM VINVM
Scott Alexander Gabriel Reiss

Spetember 1998

November 1998

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