twenty
Diesel Meets Agent Rickets
“I’m going to the bar car and getting a drink.” I stood up, and Santiago grabbed my wrist.
“It’s only eleven in the morning, Gene. You're nervous, and so am I, but showing up for the interview hammered won’t help.” Santiago whispered, then I sank back into the seat. We’d decided to use a variation of my actual name to minimize the chance of them discovering my past as an escort.
Since I hated driving in DC traffic, we took the train. Santiago and I stayed up much of the night watching videos online about the interview. After viewing them, we’d come away with two main things. Tell the truth, or at least be as truthful as possible, and to keep your answers short and to the point.
“Now what’s my birthday?” Santiago asked.
“October fifth, 1982.” It was i
