The SIU Acid Queen was exotic and bizarrely out of place in the supermarket checkout line, helplessly trapped in unrelenting white fluorescent.  The cashier was uneasy.  “Three fifty six.” “The chicken is still conscious,” she replied, “It’s screaming.”  The cashier called security. I followed the Acid Queen out.  “Taj!” She turned sharply.  I felt her eyes pierce me all the way to the back of...