The scene: The Union Gospel Mission during breakfast at 8:30 AM. The stranger clad in black: A hungry self-proclaimed vampire/ space cowboy (how many youngsters haven’t dreamed of that lifestyle one day). Mr. Space C’boy informed the egg and hotcake flipping staff that he was a vampire and wanted to eat people. Of course, those of you who are up on your vampire lore know that vampires crave blood, while zombies, though exhibiting little or no style, are the brain connoisseurs. The Mission staff may have had an inkling that he might be missing a few marbles by that point, but when he showed them the duct taped device on his arm after they asked him to leave, they firmly escorted him out.Bacon and eggs might have been on the menu, but the self-proclaimed vampire apparently deduced that the Mission would be obliging to his alternative life-style – just as they would for the lactose intolerant, or vegetarians. The odyssey which began at 8:30 Am at
the mission, ended by 10 Am,with the help of the bomb squad, and the SWAT team, but not until the would-be vampire had harassed several other people, and perhaps most annoying, shut streets near the courthouse for a couple of horn honking hours.
Things do tend to work out sometimes. Who knows, he may be getting his wish right now, eating the infamous mystery meat sandwiches at the country jail.