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Weird science researcher, mystery investigator, cocktail waitress.

Diane Makeda, but honestly I don’t see how that matters.

No, you’re not getting a real picture of me. The internet is full of pervs, and I get enough of that at my day job.

I was born in Memphis, grew up in Phoenix and have been in Vegas for ten years. Right now wait tables at the Luxor to pay the bills.

I read. Relentlessly. And I remember everything I read. Just because you don’t have a hundred-thousand-dollar college degree doesn’t mean you can’t do research. Hell, libraries and the internet are free. So’s your brain. Use it.

Yes, Elvis is alive. He plays three sets a night in a side stage near the craps tables.

No, I won’t tell you that. Just say, “old enough to know better.”

A son. He lives with his dad.

I accept a certain amount of risk in what I do. You have to feel fear sometimes to know that you’re alive. Safety leads to stagnation and you might as well be dead. Or driving a minivan, which is the same thing.

Are what real? I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that.

What I do for Zero is charity, really. I don’t expect anything out of it except the truth. And a little adventure.

Have the courage to be curious. Accepting things at face value is just laziness, plain and simple. If what you see in front of your eyes every day is the sum of things, why the hell get out of bed in the morning?

What I’ve told you could be total bull. Maybe I’m a fifty-year-old woman in a trailer with sixty cats who gets on an internet terminal at the coin-op laundry once a week in rural Alabama. Or I’m the sniper next door who leaves the house every morning at 6 AM in a suit. Or a professional blogger from Milwaukee looking for a side gig. Does it matter? That’s a judgment call.

Favorite quote: “You can never go home again.”

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