peace

Against the war, again, still. We just missed the cavalry charge on Mission Street. We must have been going down the stairs into Civic Center BART when it began.

Later we had juice at Papa Toby’s. A sweet young thing came in, amped on adrenaline.

“They had us surrounded,” he said. “They just kept closing in. They wouldn’t let us leave. People were just sitting down and chanting, and then they started hitting.”

“Are you okay?” asked his concerned friend, touching his arm.

“Yeah, I’m great,” he said. “I feel… empowered!”

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