As all the readers of this blog know, my friend Ramana Rajgopaul let it slip in a comment that he was actually Superman. At least that is the way all of us had to interpret it, given many of the mysteries surrounding his secret identity. That and the fact that he pretty much just said it.
With me being his sidekick, he had the right to label me and has done so quite accurately as a philosopher and misguide, which is calling for an interesting choice in superhero attire. However, we thought this was the perfect situation for us to open an Ashram in America and it was my task to procure a good location in the Western World where it can do the most good.
Unfortunately, the ARP (American Reality Police) has intervened, fined us heavily and hindered our cause considerably.
The above photo is from a surveillance camera showing Ramana being confronted right after he and I had partaken of lunch. Of course, I was inside, tipping the waitress. Don’t worry, though, she is OK.