Walkin’ the line

The police officer took my elbow and gently moved me away from the crowd before he asked me what I was doing.

“You call this a statement?” he said.

“You know what, offer… cifer… all due respect, ‘ya know, but you know what: Johnny Cash, and I’m sure you’d agree that he was a legend, ‘ya know, he wore black because he was making a statement; a statement against society’s status quo and, ‘ya know, against religious hypoc-uh-pocusy and people who didn’t accept others for, ‘ya know, for who they were, and what a man he was, am I right, and a singer and all that too, right, yeah, but I’m not dressed in black because that would be sort of redundant, right, ‘ya know, so this is, right here, this is my, ‘ya know, this is my alternative statement, just like Johnny, ‘ya know.”

“But, sir, you’re not only not wearing black, you’re not wearing anything; you’re naked.”

“Bingo: my statement, big time, right!,” I shouted loud enough for the watching crowd to hear.

The officer started talking into his shoulder mic and I made out something about a “10-57”, but not much else and then he turned back to me and said, “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step into the back of my car.”

For Girlie on the Edge‘s Six Sentence Stories for June 27th.
PROMPT WORD: ALTERNATIVE

(Police “10” codes are apparently different in different places so the code used here is what I found for Minnesota. Based strictly on research and not personal experience. ‘Ya know?)