Wesley and Antonia are gathering up their belongings as I pass by. Yo, Bob, Bob...I hear George calling my name and turn. George, good morning...
Yo,that Rafael, he still workin for you, he still your security man?
Yes.
Them occupy people, they still there? Inside?
Yes.
I heard you in the news. Say they steal something. Some sacred thing. Say you gonna kick their asses out....
Yeah, well, it’s more complicated than that. But a smaller group, still here.
He’s not a good security man.
What?
Those dope smokers, he tell them to move, they just laugh, go around the corner, smoke some more...
Rasta Man’s gone, George...
Who?
The rasta man with the dreads..
Ain’t talking bout no Rasta Man . Talkin bout them young white mothafuckas. Them fools. They just laugh. Gone get us all arrested.
That’s all over George. They’re gone.
I’m tellin you, you need a new security guy.
OK, George. Take care.
Inside, Don is inside working with Marc on sound issues for his Wednesday night performance of Disenchanted...it’s looking good.
Back outside, everything is quiet.
Joe, KT, Pat |
Tracy anf mark |
The Bull |
(http://www.tribecatrib.com/news/2012/march/1235_away-from-the-occupy-wall-street-protests-quiet-blessings-ove)
Walking along Amsterdam on my way to see Hugo and Arcadia. The NYPD Emerald Society Pipe and Drum Corps is marching in and out of the Irish bars. They stop. They play. Free drinks for the band.
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