Well, this stuff is the raw material. Memories are like peanuts, when you get going it's hard to stop.

Protest.

So many went wrong. One guy (who briefly claimed to be Bob Dylan's brother) told me his plan for a coming protest. He knew where to get pig's blood, and would fill waterpistols with it, to squirt on the other "pigs". I decided to sit that one out. Shades of Carrie!