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My name is Mickey Wiseguy. I used to hang out at the local public library. Until . . .
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| "This is a Ban Notice. You are hereby banned from your local Public Library. " | |
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When you're banned, you've got nothing. No borrowing privileges, no story hour, no browsing through the library books and DVDs. You're banned from ever setting foot inside the library.
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| Duh? Outside the library. | |
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You read whatever comes your way: a discarded newspaper you find on the bus, really old magazines in the doctor's waiting room, the back of a cereal box.
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