i just wanted to see that fire.. burn down the avenue
meet me at the mall... it's goin down.
blue line to smithsonian was so packed.. we barely made room to get on
the train was so heavy.. it false started and stopped a bunch of times
we walked towards the hill with the drumming hippies.
they were actually quite good.
sometimes the simplest were the most powerful.
(the surge on the number of troops..)
a lot of veterans and their wives.
gotta love the dancing hippies.
[it's not their fault.. there was drumming provided!]
people from everywhere.. saw a lot from michigan. [woot]
a lot of moms..
the press box...
[let's both ignore the grammar.. you get the message]
may one day be my bread and butter.
crowds were do dense.. you couldn't see where they ended in front of.. or behind you.
one day i go to the mall for art history - national gallery.. sackler.. smithsonian..
walking quickly.. hoping i'm not late.
feels like any other day.
my neighborhood.. my block.. my home.
i live on penn ave...
i go to school downtown right by the mall.
the next day.. people flood the area.. and it feels like some foreign festival..
an amusement park.. with epcot-like buildings.
[sounds silly.. considering.. i was also protesting.. but]
feels kind of like an intrusion on personal space or something..
just surreal.
like i was watching cspan with phenomneal picture and surround sound.
surreal.
i hate dc.
i love love love dc.