The park is bizarre, indeed. This morning's march is for women's rights, equal pay, and general ovarian discontent. Hundreds of cops shadow the largely female march, eyeing the dozen or so anarchists mingling within. Preferably in the face. The sun and the sirens are getting the best of me.
Today is a day of firsts on many levels.
Today is the first time I walked from the Staples center to McArthur park which, I learned quickly, is in the ghetto. Today is the first day I nearly passed out from heat exhaustion. Half way through the 20-block exodus, my whiny bitch photographer was ready to die. I can a write Pulitzer with a pen and a notebook. You have all this shit.