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To: Mr.Manners who wrote (3765)	2/26/1998 11:23:00 PM
From: Blue On Black	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

SI Midnight Rag - Part 1 I was shivering against the Toronto cold and wondering what I was doing standing in an alley down the the street from the Toronto branch of the 'Bohemian Cluster Buck'. I was still desperately trying to remember the SIMR New Years Eve party and wondering if the voice that I had heard on the phone might actually have some pictures that I should be interested in not being made public. Since I was unsure, I had caught a plane to Toronto and was standing next to a Maytag box in the prescribed alley and waiting on a contact that would identify himself as the 'Kaptain'. He was to be my contact and give me connections to the world of evil financiers and even more corrupt politicians. I surveyed the street and and eyed a limo directly across the street from the 'Cluster Buck'. Strains of "Behind Blue Eyes" drifted from the limo and I wondered if this was my contact. The driver, a tallish,young,blonde, had a laptop on the roof of the car and was pecking away at the keyboard. "Perhaps, I thought". I jumped as the Maytag box moved and a voice screeched at me, "You looking for the Kaptain?" I peered into the box, searching for the source of the shrill voice. I could see nothing but a pile of Thunderbird bottles and a huddled form. "Uh, yeah", I replied, "Could you direct me to him?" "Got any Tbird?", the voice screeched at me. "This is going to be thirsty work and I will need something to keep my throat from drying out. Go down to the corner and get a little - say a half-gallon - to keep my throat wet". I went to the corner as directed and purchased the required supplies and returned. "Now will you give me directions to the Kaptin", I asked. "Don't worry" said the shrill voice, "I will start you on the path to tying that ^%(% Druss to 'Bill' and schemes of money, sex, and politics that you wouldn't dream were possible." "You are the 'Kaptain'?", I asked. "Yes", the voice screeched at me. " Now go inside and ask for 'Nasty'. That is your first connection. I'll be inside if you need me." "I know you doofus, if you need help, I'll bail you out." Still shivering - more from the screeching voice than the cold - I turned and started for the entrance of the "Cluster Buck". To be continued