So Say the Waiters

Already on page 20. I've never written like that before - over 3 hours then another 3 the next day. The characters are already taking shape, a fixed gear bartending girl with a serious chip on her shoulder and a profoundly depressed 30-nothing guy spinning his wheels at a federal agency. Yeah, they meet, Yeah, they change each other. Yeah, there's a boat load of social networking and micro economics and really, really fucked up shit. 


Everybody is in their own, private Waiting Room.
1,2,3....