January 21
by Amy
I’ve never done anything that would cause my parents to be ashamed. My father doesn’t agree with everything I’ve done, but he also understands the nature of politics and society. He’s taught me well, I think. No, I know he has. My father is good American, especially because he made me think for myself. I know, sometimes, that he is disappointed when he thinks I’ve been conned. But I don’t regret anything I’ve done. I don’t regret my past.
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In Los Angeles, they’re buying tear gas grenades and something called “banana peel gas.” When used, banana peel gas makes the streets slippery so we won’t be able to walk down the streets.
Of course, the cops won’t be able to talk down the streets either. Maybe they have special shoes for that.
This is just a rumor, but I’ve heard that they might have something called vomit gas, created by a smell so repulsive that we’d all start throwing up. No demonstrating if we’re regurgitating. I know a few people who suffer from tear gas toss. They start retching at the smell of gas. I don’t think it’s due to the gas so much as it’s nerves. The details don’t matter. The result is still the same.
