By 1967, I was buried deep in the bowels of the Bureau at Quantico -- with shitty clearance to boot.
I was a clerk in the Records Management Division. Oh sure, I was an agent for what it was worth. Basically, it came in handy at bars. Every chick within a 10 mile radius wanted to fuck a bonafide FBI agent and I helped them with that...
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