a slight edit
It's true I veered off from the protesters heading to Starbucks. Someone had to stay on the picket line. I mean, there were purses in the trailer! It had nothing to do with me not wanting Stursberg to recognize me as the snitch from the coffee bar. I resent the implication. Mmm hmm.
Apparently Stursberg handled the crowd like a pro. He stood up and shook hands and asked people their names and the positions they held. A sure-fire way to dampen mob mentality. Pretty hard to whip of a chorus of "Shame! Shame!" once you've clasped hands and told the guy what floor you work on. He answered questions - well he responded to questions. I wouldn't necessarily call them answers. And he agreed to be interviewed for pirate radio.
And I don't actually remember referring to myself as a "hero". I mean if others want to, that's ok. I'm cool with it.
I wish I still had the technology to upload my cell phone photo. No bluetooth in this godforsaken place. This...institute of knowledge. Pfft. Perhaps I can get a friend to do it. It's a funny photo.
It's a massive pain to use the library to do this. I don't have a valid library card (fines up the wazoo) and I hate waiting and I obsess over the germy keyboard. And so I will have to trust the apple to do this for me. Thanks k2. And please don't be funnier or more appealing than me. It wouldn't be right.
I will see you all from time to time and hopefully more regularly once I get rich or employed - whichever comes first.