Vigil was mellow. Someone yelled we should get a job, someone flipped us off. But mostly it was nice. Lotsa honks.
Then our friends King Ron and SJ and T showed up. SJ dropped off King Ron, stopping in the middle of the street, stopping traffic.
So Ming and King Ron held a giant Food Not Bombs banner as SJ and T parked. SJ and T ended up arriving at 9:55 and the vigil ends at 10. T held a sign I had never seen before that said ARREST KILLER COPS.
Then it was 10 and we held hands and prayed. Then we walked back to our vehicles, and J was clowning with something she found on the street. She didn’t know what it was. “It’s a glowstick,” Ming told her.
“Raver kids like to put them in their mouths and chew on them while they’re high on ecstasy,” R said.
So J put the glowstick in her mouth and chewed on it, which I still can’t believe. Then they drove off.
Ming and I tried to go to the Beat. We heard it was closing in October. But we were wrong–it was gone already.
Ming went to Walmart to buy chips because it’s guacamole day and finger cots because J cut her thumb badly. Then we delivered those and a bunch of leftover JFOD fruit, and Ming happened to see glowsticks for 79 cents, so he bought J a red one.