Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom

This is how you hit bottom. You wake up in your friend’s hotel room and you power up your handheld and it won’t log on. You press the call-button for the elevator and it gives you an angry buzz in return. You take the stairs to the lobby and no one looks at you as they jostle past you. You become a non-person.

Why does your success mean our failure?

Oh, they had lots of new material to post to the anti-me sites, messages that would get them Whuffie with people who thought I was the scum of the earth. A popular view, those days.

I fell in love with her a hundred times a day, and wanted to strangle her twice as often.

The whole point of the Bitchun Society was to be more reputable than the next ad-hoc, to succeed on merit, not trickery, despite assassinations and the like.

‘A day late and a dollar short,’

There’ll come a day when I don’t have anything left to do, except stop.’