20th March 2003
Camera
Bandana
Hawthorne
Morrison
Burnside
Shut ‘em down
Rolling bridge blockades
On to Broadway
Things are kicking off
I’m elated
I’m convinced we’re in some way about to change the course of history
More anarcho-adventurism
From Morrison to Broadway
Getting word that things are getting ugly
The cops have had enough of this silly game and are trying to crack skulls
But people are fighting back
Momentum
I check in with a masked warrior as he unlocks his bike
“Broadway!” We cheer.
Then huffing and puffing, an overweight gentleman approaches us.
“Hey, you two get out of the street!” he demands.
“Why?” I ask
“Just get out of the street! Now!” I observe his face redden
“Who the fuck are you?” I demand but don’t wait for the answer, hop on my bike and start riding.
“Stop! Police officer. Stop right now! Get! Out! Of! The! Street!” He insists.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I laugh and pedal off into the night
Stop
Stop
Police
He huffs
He puffs
I’ve stopped for authority in the past
And ended up in a cell for hours on end
Ended up before a judge
Ended up with fines to pay
Ended up being slapped in the face
But I’m never stopping again, I remember thinking
Not if I can get away
Never ever stop, if you can get away
And
I did
Of course, that night changed fuck-all
And neither America or Iraq got away.
