My Own Private Occupy
This morning I read a post that said the Occupy movement is dead. It dismissed the movement as a mistake, a misunderstanding, an acid trip. No movement which rejects proper sanitation, it said, should be taken seriously.
The last time I visited Occupy LA, there was a powerful smell of shit. A homeless guy hit me up for a cigarette, another man, a big guy with cropped hair and a smashed in nose told my friend and I that his family wanted him to return home. “Come on back home, Mom,” they had told him, the man claiming to be a mother and in need of
