Post G20 Post
Well, it's over. I hope.
In hindsight I really wish I'd rescheduled yesterday's tattoo appointment to go to The Peoples' March. It seems like that march -- the permitted, Thomas Merton Center march -- was the one where, as long as you weren't being an idiot, you weren't risking having your head bashed in. I was so traumatized by what went down the day the war started that I didn't trust the cops to not go apeshit on anyone and everyone, so I chickened out and stayed away.
Here are some pictures that my friend Jon took yesterday, although I think that my friend Jennifer took my favorite picture of the event.
In hindsight I really wish I'd rescheduled yesterday's tattoo appointment to go to The Peoples' March. It seems like that march -- the permitted, Thomas Merton Center march -- was the one where, as long as you weren't being an idiot, you weren't risking having your head bashed in. I was so traumatized by what went down the day the war started that I didn't trust the cops to not go apeshit on anyone and everyone, so I chickened out and stayed away.
Here are some pictures that my friend Jon took yesterday, although I think that my friend Jennifer took my favorite picture of the event.