To Caribou

Caribou, I came to the Mall of America to feel your energy. Blacked out windowed, black SUV's are charged for real now. YOU, and only you, have the key. I took out the kinks for yee. Take them away from the FBI, and keep them close to your heart all over the nation. I feel you at least tapping a toe for your former White Supremisist Nation. I am here if you need me. I give you a chance to speak. Caribou is Nicholis II of Russia, and an undercover Russian Marine working in law enforcement here in Bloomington/ Minneapolis MN. Caribou do you wish to speak? Not really this week. Maybe a day when I go on my way. Okay Caribou, I will just write to you. Yesterday was scarey. Four black teenagers attacked me in the downtown Mpls Chipotle. No one would help. I was a clean Marine and was able to limp away. I have had two of these attacks where I seized and I ended up on the ground being kicked and stomped for a great period of time. I will be calm today, but I am travelling a little on the quietly scared side. My food is here. Gotta go.