Lancelot Graves: White Guilt Comes to Milwaukee

By David X Reiver

Lancelot Graves just wanted to spend a weekend in Milwaukee after running an errand, but a chance encounter with a distraught local leads him into an increasingly crazed world of conspiracies, missing people, and corruption.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David X Reiver
• Release date: Sep 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463774601

David X Reiver

David has worked a variety of jobs ranging from casino supervisor to theatrical producer, government agent to produce stockperson. He has recently decided to turn his experiences traveling the world into a series of novellas that combine travel advice and pulp fiction. It felt like a good idea when he came up with it. He is originally from England, currently reside in the middle of the US, and enjoys buying feminist literature to overcompensate for his collection of bro fiction.

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White Guilt

Comes to

Milwaukee

An origin story by

David X Reiver

Lancelot Graves: White Guilt Comes to Milwaukee is a stand alone companion to an ongoing travel series.

Copyright © 2018 by David X Reiver.

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof

may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

without the express written permission of the publisher

except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

All characters and events contained herein are fabricated and fictional. Any resemblance to living people or current events is entirely coincidental. Locations used are heavily altered or not real at all. No opinions expressed are real, as if I were to actually be honest and say things like this place is a racist hellhole with borderline comatose management who are too busy sexually assaulting young women to actually do their job properly I would get sued by whoever it was the review was about; Even if I had documented evidence, because some people are delusional and litigious and I am not about that life. Thanks for reading this. Can't believe you're smart and attractive enough to bother.

All plotting and typographical errors are  definitely intentional, and if you were smarter, perhaps you'd understand that. There's, like, a hidden code, or something.

Published with the help of Minus 68 Productions

Photographs courtesy of @parttimeinteresting, a famed travel photographer with dozens of authentic followers who definitely isn't me.

To keep up to date, to chat, and to share travel advice visit: facebook.com/LancelotGraves

Alternatively, visit: patreon.com/LancelotGraves or offer me a job/book deal

If you for some reason haven't used AirBnB and would like to simultaneously save money on your first rental while also helping me save money on my own trips: tinyurl.com/LancelotGraves

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But wait, there's more!

For every 50,000 copies of this book that is sold, I will be gifting $20,000 to randomly selected people in amounts ranging from $50 to $3000. Could be you or a loved one. Assuming this sells. This is definitely a marketing ploy, but having said that, I also can live off dirt, so I have no problem helping people out, especially if/when they buy this wonderful book. I'd also like to educate people on how to distribute their income instead of stockpiling their wealth like a dragon. Anyway, serious offer. If I win, we all win.

Visit my social media accounts for more details.

Dedicated to my drinking buddies at Vintage who didn’t disappear when I stopped drinking and the handful of competent people at my old job who should get out while they still can.

Come for the Misleading Commercials, Stay Because You Have a Problem

3/5

The highway billboards for this place seemed to suggest some kind of entertainment oasis in a barren landscape. I didn't get that vibe. It was busy, sure, but there was just a general air of depression to the place that made me very uncomfortable. That and they kicked me out for punching a regular, so I guess that might have something to do with this review. Up until that point, it seemed like a place that was making money despite itself. Faster drink service and happier employees would've gone a long way. I played for an hour feeling like everybody had just witnessed their parents get gunned down. If you have an hour or two to burn and you don't have a propensity to punch assholes in the face, this place may be for you. L Graves, Solo Travel

It was supposed to be a quick cash gig: drive a vintage motorbike through a few states, drop it off, and enjoy a weekend of binge drinking and fried cheese. Lancelot didn't need the money, but he had been at a loose end since the Worldwide Special Task Force dissolved. In his abundant spare time he had taken to writing reviews on travel apps and had developed something of a following for doing so. A few hundred people, granted, but that was a start. He was influencing strangers in a way that didn't involve plutonium poisoning or CIA-backed coups, so it was a positive move forward.

There was something to the gamification process of leveling up after so many reviews that made him want to visit as many new places as possible. Lancelot knew deep down that this was an app feature designed to keep him hooked so as to generate ad revenue, but what else was he going to do? Start his own consultancy firm? Become a podcast host and self-help guru? Work a government desk job with no real purpose?  Go missing in mysterious circumstances? He had seen what had happened to his former squad, and didn't want to fall into the same life trap. And so, he took any opportunity he could to move around, get new reviews, visit new places, stay incognito.

Lancelot had arrived early and had decided to spend the extra time walking around the local gambling spot. It was a chintzy, smoke-filled powder keg of inequity, surrounded by construction and seemingly doing quite well for itself. There was a sense of dread inside, like spending the night in a