Today's Post from Mobile Audit Club, by Kurt Brown, alias Saint Ram Bone
http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/democracyordeath/
Daily Foreword July 6, 2008: Once again, I, Kurt Brown, alias Saint Ram
Bone, have discovered a mixed bag in Mobile Alabama, the city that
epitomizes the reasons to stay and the reasons to leave the United States,
which has become a sort of lower class version of Brazil, more equal to
Peru.
When I went to a grocery store to buy some refreshments at 10 p.m., I
noticed a Sheriff's Deputy walking into the store and checking me out. Then
as I waited for the cashier, a security guard was at the bagging section of
the counter, and the Sheriff's Deputy, a young ignorant and gnarly looking
little punk, was behind me.
As I bought my refreshment, I started a conversation with the cashier woman,
telling her to hurry and check me out as it was looking like Los Angeles, as
a real sort of joke of course. I then flexed my arms as if I had wings and
both the security guard and the cop acted as if they were going to draw
their weapons. I was at the Food World on Dauphin Street. Never again
will I buy my refreshments at Food World after sunset.
