Film Noir
Time slips.
I slide wide, hide.
Events happen here, there.
People respond various ways.
Shit happens.
– Smith, 1.19.2015
Lady woke me at 3:40 saying we had to take coffee down to three protesters outside the Justice Center waiting for three of their friends (one a husband) to be released. Don’t know what they did, something with the MLK protests against police brutality (isn’t ‘police brutality’ a redundant expression?).
These were our old Occupy Cleveland comrades, so we found an all-night restaurant (My Friends, excellent place) and got big coffees and breakfast sandwiches for them . . . it was good because Lady and I had fed 4 Cleveland Occupiers every morning for 9 months until FBI entrapment shut our protest down — all five allegedly would-be Cleveland bridge bombers were amongst those fed.
Here I am 6 weeks away from 69 and shit still happens on a fairly regular basis. Of course being married to Lady K of the Generous Heart helps insure such ensues.
