Chapter 1 - 13

“So...what do we do for money?” Travis asked after he ordered some pasta.

“Pretty much whatever you can. Just dawned on you that you don’t have a wallet, huh?”

Travis shrugged sheepishly.

“Well, as you imagine, it’s nearly impossible to get a job, as you’re basically homeless, and have no history to fall back on. No degree, or what have you. But, your expenses are also pretty low; no room and board to worry about, and since you have no real place to keep stuff, you won’t be buying much.”

“But I still need to buy some things, right?”

Reginald shrugged. “You can beg. Hustle. Steal.”

“That’s...that’s dishonest.”

“What do you care? All these somebodies, they can’t remember our faces, our names, even what we said. And we can’t really remember them either. There are practically no consequences. You can be arrested if caught, sure, but they won’t be able to pin it on you, because nobody will remember that it was you who did it. All reports about the incident tends to disappear, and people forget. It’ll be unpleasant, but eventually you’ll get off. Hell, we can dine and ditch from here if you want.”

Travis seemed uncomfortable. “Well, what do you do for money?”

“Oh, I’m a business consultant, occasional lecturer.” He slid a business card across the table. “Nobody pays any attention to those guys anyway, know what I mean.”

“Wouldn’t you...need any address for that?”

Reginald sipped his wine. “Oh, I do. It’s been no end of trouble, I tell you.”